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Please stop eating your greens, baba...
This is what happens, my baby, my love;
This is what happens, you see,
When you refuse your potatoes and meat
And subsist on . . . broccoli.
A moment's delight, a mealtime of pleasure,
Of face-stuffing, tooth-gnashing joys -
And then round about midnight, the baby wakes crying,
And making a deflating noise.
This is what happens, you see,
When you refuse your potatoes and meat
And subsist on . . . broccoli.
A moment's delight, a mealtime of pleasure,
Of face-stuffing, tooth-gnashing joys -
And then round about midnight, the baby wakes crying,
And making a deflating noise.
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Oh, dear.
A friend was over last evening with her baby and told a cautionary tale about what happened when the child's grandmother fed her garlic mashed potatoes for dinner. The effect sounds very similar - only add in a pronounced garlic odor.
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Oh dear!