by John Clare    

Biscuits

Come my sweet little child
Dont you worry dont you cry
You will be alright my child
You'll be alright

Forget your worries, and your pain
you wont ever be hungry again
I'll make sure you're never ill
And that your belly is full
 

I've got biscuits for you
I've got biscuits for you
I've got lots
They're sweet and hot
I've got biscuits for you my child
I've got biscuits for you

No more grain no more rice
I've got something you will find nice
Something good and nourishing too
Something special I made for you

I've been out for breakfast today
I've mixed some oil and salt with some clay
I've baked it on a stone in the sun
Now there's food for everyone