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We stood and gaped with mouth and eyes.
We were a sort of dazed, you see,
For treats were new to Joe and me.
And when we entered a fine door,
And saw white tables by the score;
And such an awful glare of light,
Our hearts just beat with sudden fright.
But soon a man, with smiling face,
Gave Joe and me a cosy place
At a small table all alone,
With cloth so white it fairly shone.
And then he brought two smoking bowls.
And a huge plate of big brown rolls;
And lots of butter, and some tarts
Made in the shape of little hearts.
Well, I just smiled to see Joe eat,
The way that kid enjoyed the treat.
For he was hungry as could be.
And 1, I ate enough for three.
And when we were about to go,
Our benefactor seemed to know.
For up he popped, and looked so kind,
Though we felt shy, we didn't mind,
Because he seemed to feel our joy,
As if he'd been a hungry boy.
I'm sure he must have understood,
And that was why he was so good.
For as a rule folks must be told,
When you are hungry and cold.

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