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Next to the Epicure we turn, With a discerning taste in porridge; Yet careful, lest her mouth she burn, Like the o'er hasty man from Norwich, For now, her judging powers have grown; She thinks with wisdom all her own.
In tones that leave no room for doubt She intimates she is unable To eat her bread and milk without Her bear and dolly on the table.