Whipp'd Cream

Said the slotted spoon

To the clotted cream

Why don't you whip

Up a dream?

And then tossed herself

Into a bowl and here

Comes whip cream whole

Chiming in, you rang?

She said now that's

Quite enough and

On me you'll fluff

And, not a drip and say

We'll spread you on cake

That quite well was baked

And feed you to a cheering crowd!


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