Last night I was thinking about breakfast and came up with this little ditty:
Grains, grains, good for the brains
Grains, grains, your brain they trains
The more you eat, the better you think
Eat more grains, be in the pink
This reminded me of this little rhyme Mom used to say, which I don't think originated with her (though I don't think she stole it from someone else), "I'm a poet and I don't know it!"
To which she would add, "But my feet show it!"
And she would wiggle her toes at us.
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