by Eleanor Smith

Drinking milk killed uncle Harry
He'd drunk it all his life
It took him from his seven kids
And widowed his poor wife

Always rushing. In a hurry
Never time to waste
Nice fresh milk to quench a thirst
He drank it down in haste

The silly fool would still be here
If only he had waited
Cos' Daisy rolled onto her side
And Harry suffocated!

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