Wheatlet, son of Milklet, Son of juicy Bacon, Is mine own name. Honeyed Butter-roll Is the man’s That bears my bag. Haunch of Mutton Is my dog’s name, Of lovely leaps. Lard my wife, Sweetly smiles Across the kale-top Cheese-curds, my daughter, Goes around the spit, Fair is her fame. Corned Beef, my son, Whose
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