Toast
There was an old hen who loved to eat toast.
She loved to nosh on rye the most.
Nibble, nibble, noon to nine
Warm crumbs of crunchy divine
And when the bread's squelched, she'll bring on the roast.
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There was an old hen who loved to eat toast.
She loved to nosh on rye the most.
Nibble, nibble, noon to nine
Warm crumbs of crunchy divine
And when the bread's squelched, she'll bring on the roast.