Sunday, August 17, 2014

Recipe For Marriage

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, little bride,
If you would keep him by your side.
Time is short and the days are fleet,
Only remember this, my sweet,
Love will linger till life is dead
For beans and bacon and meat and bread.

No matter how young in spirit you stay,
Love grows fickle when hair grows grey;
But it's only a fool who will deny
The deathless glamour of apple pie.
So pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, little wife,
If you would hold him all your life.


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