My dad's been at the biscuit tin
And now it's got no biscuits in.
Naughty daddy can't just eat one
He has to eat until they're gone.
I've told him that it's fattening
But while that tin's got biscuits in
There just isn't any stopping him.
TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: 'BISCUIT' IS ENGLISH FOR WHAT AMERICAN FRIENDS CALL 'COOKIES'.
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Summer Sun, Winter Rain
PoetryMy Wattpad Debut and a Featured Story. Summer Sun, Winter Rain is a collection of poems from different periods of my life some, happy some sad. There are memories of friends and loved ones loved and lost, recollections of places I've been and thing...
