King Arthur spat his mouthful out, And sent for Guinevere. “What is this frightful mess?” he roared. “Is this a joke, my dear?”

And sent for Guinevere.

“What is this frightful mess?” he roared.

“Is this a joke, my dear?”

[Pg 44] “Oh, ain’t it good?” asked Guinevere, Her face a rosy red. “I thought ’twould make an awful hit: I made it out of bread!”

[Pg 44]

“Oh, ain’t it good?” asked Guinevere,

Her face a rosy red.

“I thought ’twould make an awful hit:

I made it out of bread!”

  When good King Arthur ruled our land He was a goodly king, And only once in all his reign Was made a Bread Puddynge.

He was a goodly king,

Was made a Bread Puddynge.

[Pg 45]

[Pg 45]

MUSCA DOMESTICA

  Baby bye, here’s a fly, We will watch him, you and I; Lest he fall in Baby’s mouth, Bringing germs from north and south. In the world of things a-wing There is not a nastier thing Than this pesky little fly;—  So we’ll watch him, you and I.

  See him crawl up the wall, And he’ll never, never fall; Save that, poisoned, he may drop In the soup or on the chop. Let us coax the cunning brute To the tempting Tanglefoot, Or invite his thirsty soul To the poison-paper bowl.

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