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Mamma gave us a single peach, / She shared it among seven; / Now you may think that unto each / But a small piece was given.
Yet though each share was very small, / We own'd, when it was eaten, / Being so little for us all / Did its fine flavour heighten.
The tear was in our parent's eye, / It seem'd quite out of season; / When we ask'd wherefore she did cry, / She thus explain'd the reason: --
"The cause, my children, I may say, / Was joy, and not dejection; / The peach, which made you all so gay, / Gave rise to this reflection:
"It's many a mother's lot to share, / Seven hungry children viewing, / A morsel of the coarsest fare, / As I this peach was doing. "