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Trying to feed a family

Is hard at the best of times

But you get someone who’s fussy

And it really becomes a grind

Don’t you feel for mother?

Trying to please everybody’s taste

The variety she laid out there

Some will go to waste

Because there’s a kid at the table

Who will not sit on his seat

Because although the menu is full

There is something he won’t eat

So many things he won’t eat

It’s something he just won’t eat

The chips are straight cut

And only crinkled will he eat

Has to be his way no if’s or buts

The mother feels she’s beat

What more can she do?

When she has laid out a feast

He is hard to please it’s true

The spoilt little beast

What made him like that though?

Years of getting his own way

It will come to a sad end you know

When he caters for self one day

When he finds the cost of eating

Takes a lot of money to meet

That he can’t afford the best of everything

And will be less fussy what he eats

If only mummy had explained to him

That things cost money to buy

They cant afford to throw it in the bin

So at least give it a try