Birthday Cake

Birthday cake
For little Jake
It’s six a.m., he’s wide awake
“Mummy, let me help you make
My birthday cake
For goodness sake.
Here’s the butter, and let me shake
In lots of sugar, and let me break
The eggs, and let me take
Big licks. And let me eat a chocolate flake
And let me drink a huge milk shake.
Oh mummy – what a big mistake!
I’ve got a dreadful tummy-ache!
Let’s not bake
That birthday cake”.

PS

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