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The King's Breakfast

Poem by Alan Alexander Milne


The King asked

The Queen, and

The Queen asked

The Dairymaid:

"Could we have some butter for

The Royal slice of bread?"

The Queen asked the Dairymaid,

The Dairymaid

Said: "Certainly,

I'll go and tell the cow

Now

Before she goes to bed".

The Dairymaid      

She curtsied, and went and told the Alderney: "Don't forget the butter for the Royal slice of bread".

The Alderney said sleepily:      

"You'd better tell His Majesty that many people nowadays like marmalade instead".

The Dairymaid said: "Fancy!"      

And went to Her Majesty. She curtsied to the Queen, and she turned a little red: "Excuse me, Your Majesty, for taking of the liberty, but marmalade is tasty, if It's very thickly spread".

The Queen said: "Oh!"      

And went to His Majesty: "Talking of the butter for the royal slice of bread, many people think that marmalade is nicer. Would you like to try a little marmalade instead?"

The King said: "Bother!"      

And then he said: "Oh, deary me!" The King sobbed: "Oh, deary me!" And went back to bed. "Nobody, - he whimpered, - could call me a fussy man; I only want a little bit of butter for my bread!"

The Queen said: "There, there!"      

And went to the Dairymaid. The Dairymaid said: "There, there!" And went to the shed. The cow said: "There, there! I didn't really mean it; here's milk for his porringer, and butter for his bread".

The Queen took the butter and brought it to His Majesty;      

the King said: "Butter, eh?" And bounced out of bed.

"Nobody, - he said, as he kissed her tenderly,      

"Nobody, - he said, as he slid down the banisters, "Nobody, my darling, could call me a fussy man - BUT I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!"