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Show A Song; t Pudding;. Listen while the kettle sings Ot' puddings, pies and all Kood things, And better, better, best of all, Of England's "speckled cannon ball." The comely housewife iu a trice Buys Hour, sugar, egg-s and spice, Then deftly mixes all together Until about the hue of leather; And then she puts in last of all The raisins plump and currants small. She forms the mass into a ball And puts it in a kettle tall. Then through the door an odor comes Of heating spico and cooking plums. Then, when with holly in tho top, And brandy sauce a royal sop Thut pudding on its platter stands It seems the work of fairy hands. Then listen while the kettlo sings Of puddings, pies and all good things; But better, better, best of all Is this, the "speckled cannon ball." Maud Stevens. |