griselda

natalie merchant

griselda is greedy

i'm sorry to say. she isn't contented with four meals a day

like breakfast and dinner and supper and tea

(i've had to put tea after supper-you see

why

don't you?)

griselda is greedy as greedy can be. she snoops about the larder

for sundry small supplies

she breaks the little crusty bits

off rims of apple pies

she pokes the roast-potato-dish

when sunday dinner's done

and if there are two left in it

griselda snitches one;

cold chicken and cold cauliflower

she pulls in little chunks-

and when cook calls: what are you doing there?"

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