Among the trees. A starving poem did utter.
Oh look some children all a lost
What joy they’ll bring, without much cost
One in a pie, one in a cake
Oh what fun they’ll be to bake.
One needs to stir
One needs to mix
One needs to get the oven Fixed
For baking children is quite hard
Now where did I put all that lard?
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