The Crust of Bread

I must not throw upon the floor
The crust I cannot eat;
For many hungry little ones
Would think it quite a treat.

My parents labour very hard
To get me wholesome food:
Then I must never waste a bit
That would do others good.

For wilful waste makes woful want,
And I may live to say,
"Oh!  how I wish I had the bread
That once I threw away."

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