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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