dust. Ill make me a pudding, said babyish Bess,— A pudding as big as my head,With milk and with crumbs, and the biggest of plums, And over it all I shall spread,Not layers of sugar or cream-colored ice, But a sauce, with vanilla, instead. So these three little maids were as busy young cooks As ever…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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