Well who is welcome to sweep up the crumbs under his table,
Was it I who made the mess or is that just some kind of fabel;
Some label you are trying to pin on me, but it won’t work this time,
Because with the bread and the biscuit, it is a bit of a tall story in rhyme.
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A billion little biscuits and the bread is money made of doe,
But they are sweeter for eating after the baking in making now;
Well one will make you rich and the other make you very poor,
For all the wealth is in the health and selling, for each pour.
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Now make up your mind just for yourself or you’ll be rottenly ruined,
With the little tea or coffee we drink with German bread is in the brain, rained;
For the luxury of everything is broken by the downpour on the train,
Because the cat has got your tongue and the cart was put before the horse in vain.
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Now with bread and biscuits, it is really a nice way to relax,
While the big companies are baking them, Mum put businesses to tax;
Because they got the recipe passed down along the lines of time,
And Dad ate the profits, while God was the prophet of rhyme.
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So give the biscuits to Santa Claus and Bunnies at Easter time,
Because he ate the cookies and drank the milk in prime mime;
For bread and biscuits were tradition since the very first year,
Since candy and cake were baked and we all forgot the fear.
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So next time you go to the shop and buy yourself a packet of biscuits,
Remember they don’t grow on trees like money for the washing basket;
For the dough has got to be baked daily and they get up before dawn,
So thank you mum and dad for bread and biscuits and God will have a yawn.
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Signed,
Yes you are.
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