The Land of
I Must Not
I MUST not throw upon the floor
The crust I cannot eat,
For many a hungry little one
Would think it quite a treat.
‘Tis wilful waste brings woeful want,
And I may live to say,
Oh, how I wish I had the crust
That once I threw away!
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