Indian pastry


Pastry is a strictly rely on
And tore the pie pan
Why has it been an outcry?
The pastry were strictly from the mess.

Tea made ​​from the sound made ​​by
Today seems to have breakfast with only biscuits
The pastry were strictly from the mess.

In so sweet a stretched
Killed by rogue’s cooker whistle
The shout was in the neighborhood
The pastry were strictly from the mess.

Wanted to roll on sweet
Sweet to see him did not include
 
Pastry was the heart of russet
With some pastry's russet Ring
 
Pastry russet give the lamp a cheat
Cried the poor roll heart
 
After the relationship with spice of russet
The pastry were strictly from the mess.

Pastry sang with broken heart
Russet not yet been melting
But still  dumping and dumping
If there some porridge
it would have adorned the event
But today is broken
Poor heart of pastry's
 
Says not to love pie
Just as everywhere cheat
One of russet cheat
So sweet of sweet to left
So sweet of sweet to cheat.

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