Cellar Ancestry
The potatoes eyes were full of tears,
And the cabbage hung its head,
For there was grief in the cellar that nite,
For the vinegar’s mother was dead.
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You can lead a cow to water but the Bull—he must be herd.
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The potatoes eyes were full of tears,
And the cabbage hung its head,
For there was grief in the cellar that nite,
For the vinegar’s mother was dead.
* * *
You can lead a cow to water but the Bull—he must be herd.
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