Brekkers
When in the U.S.A.,
and morning has broken,
'I'll fix breakfast,'
are the words I heard spoken.
In reply, I would say,
“To the kitchen I'll repair,
mend the coffee
and, then, when I'm there,
what's more, I can restore
the trash within our dustbin,
just refurbish the rubbish,
and take it out, or leave it in.”
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