MMA gave us a single peach,She shared it among seven; Now you may think that unto eachBut a small piece was given. Yet though each share was very small,We ownd, when it was eaten, Being so little for us all Did its fine flavour heighten. The tear was in our parents eye,It seemd quite out of season… … 80 POETRY FOR CHILDREN Its many a mothers lot to share,Seven hungry children viewing, A morsel of the coarsest fare,As I this peach was doing.
Children's poetry, English
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