Bruce Larkin (January 23,1957)
Ease give him lots, and then some more.
Cook him up two dozen eggs,
Along with a waffle as big as a door.
Pancakes, muffins, eggs, french toast,
He can’t decide which he likes the most.
Scrumptious, tasty morning food!
Pete always wakes up in a breakfast mood.
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