Mutton Soup I have had that desireOf roast pieces over a spitfireGetting soaked in its juicesAroma spread like wildfireSoon there’s knocking on my doorOf Cats, Dogs and MenAnd the grumpy old womanWho owns a fat henA bowl is all each one gotWith a bun sufficiently hotA spoonful of aromatic brothGoes…
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