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| " eat , youre so skeeny " , mumma says to me |
| " be a good boy & finish of that pastry |
| have some soup & croutons , & there's a nice apple pie |
| you have to eat you skeeny boy , or else you'll die |
| . . . . oh please go on & try " |
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| " here's a hot lasagne , come on now take a look " |
| the smell is irresistible " you know how I love to cook " |
| mumma , oh mumma , you should see me now |
| I could eat & drink the contents of a cow |
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| " mumma knows best , |
| grow to be a big strong man |
| thats my boy you eat everything you can |
| someday you'll remember , |
| you old mumma always said |
| eat you skinny boy or you might end up dead !" |
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| I got to 40 , , & my waist blew out |
| this has something to do |
| with my mummas good cooking no doubt |
| I couldn't run it off like I once did |
| climb trees , skin my knees |
| when I was a little skinny kid |
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| every Sunday at the family table |
| we all eat mummas cooking |
| untill were not able . . |
| how can you forgive her , |
| lord have mercy from above |
| when everything my mumma cooks |
| is made with love |
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