Our friends and all about them By Edith Bland [i.e. E. Nesbit]. Illustrated by Louisa, Marchioness of Waterford, Fanny Moody and W. Gilbert Foster |
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The New Cook.
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The New Cook.
What is it mother, mother dear?
What kind of dinner have we got here?
What a terrible thing a new cook is
To feed little doggies on things like this!
This is the time when we're used to find
A plateful of dinner just to our mind;
They couldn't do less if you were a cat
Than to give your family food like that!
What kind of dinner have we got here?
What a terrible thing a new cook is
To feed little doggies on things like this!
This is the time when we're used to find
A plateful of dinner just to our mind;
They couldn't do less if you were a cat
Than to give your family food like that!
Mother, tell her to take it away
And bring us a dinner like yesterday!
We had bones, and gravy, and lumps of cheese,
Not nasty uneatable things like these;
Tell the new cook that we're used to food:
Plenty of it, and always good;
She could eat such things herself if she chose,
But she mustn't feed us upon things like those.
And bring us a dinner like yesterday!
We had bones, and gravy, and lumps of cheese,
Not nasty uneatable things like these;
Tell the new cook that we're used to food:
Plenty of it, and always good;
She could eat such things herself if she chose,
But she mustn't feed us upon things like those.
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