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 My Favoured Fare by Robert William Service 
						Some poets sing of scenery;Some to fair maids make sonnets sweet.
 A fig for love and greenery,
 Be mine a song of things to eat.
 Let brother bards divinely dream,
 I'm just plain human, as you see;
 And choose to carol such a theme
 As ham and eggs and tea.
 
 Just two fried eggs or maybe three,
 With lacy rims and sunside up,
 Pink coral ham and amber tea
 Poured in a big, fat china cup.
 I have no crave for finer fare;
 That's just the chuck for chaps like me.
 Aye, if I were a millionaire--
 Just ham and eggs and tea.
 
 When of life's fussiness I tire,
 And on my skull I wear a cap,
 As tartan-shawled beside the fire
 I stroke the kitten on my lap:
 Give me no broth and chicken breast;
 My last repast shall hearty be . . .
 Oh how I'll sup with chuckling zest
 On ham and eggs and tea!
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