L. P. Hubbard

Summary

L. P. Hubbard A Little Book for A Little Cook (1905)

In the noonday sun I throve and grew—
Grew on the verge of a sunny crest,
Just as fast as I could for Pillsbury's Best.
And when I had grown both tall and strong
The reapers came—a merry throng—
And through the fields they wend their way,
Just to and fro through the livelong day.
Perhaps they were rude—for they cut me dead—
But what if they did?—I kept my head
And turned on my back and laughed in glee
At the thought of the good, good flour I'd be.
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L. P. Hubbard A Little Book for A Little Cook (1905)

And when I got through I was Pillsbury's Best.
The mills where the roller mills
roll all day
And now in the latest fashions gay
In the big round world I have my say,
For in this most becoming sack,
Please note the hang—both front and back,
I journey far from the land of my birth
To feed the hungry hordes of Earth;
For those who know ne'er fail to say
That Pillsbury's flour o'er the world holds sway.
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