The dear old woman in the lane Is sick and sore with pains and aches, We`ll go to her this afternoon, And take her tea and eggs and cakes. We`ll stop to make the kettle boil, And brew some tea, and set the tray, And poach an egg, and toast a cake, And wheel her chair round, if we may.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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