 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
RECIPE FOR AN APPETITE.
My lad, who sits at breakfast
With forehead in a frown,
Because the chop is under-done,
And the fritter over-brown,—
With forehead in a frown,
Because the chop is under-done,
And the fritter over-brown,—
Just leave your dainty mincing,
And take, to mend your fare,
A slice of golden sunshine,
And a cup of the morning air.
And take, to mend your fare,
A slice of golden sunshine,
And a cup of the morning air.
And when you have eat and drunken,
If you want a little fun,
Throw by your jacket of broadcloth,
And take an up-hill run.
If you want a little fun,
Throw by your jacket of broadcloth,
And take an up-hill run.
And what with one and the other
You will be so strong and gay,
That work will be only a pleasure
Through all the rest of the day.
You will be so strong and gay,
That work will be only a pleasure
Through all the rest of the day.
And when it is time for supper,
Your bread and milk will be
As sweet as a comb of honey.
Will you try my recipe?
Your bread and milk will be
As sweet as a comb of honey.
Will you try my recipe?
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