Pudding for Breakfast Pudding for Lunch
pudding for breakfast, pudding for lunch
pudding for supper, nothing to crunch
Doctor says I am in danger of horrible scurvy?
How wrong can he be? How wrong can he be?
Vegetables? No thank you. I don’t want any.
Fruit? Sure. Give it to my cousin, Winny.
I am a pudding gal, it is all I want to eat.
And cake of course, because it is sweet.
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