Willie goes out into the snow,
He is buried because of how hard it blow,
But where melting snow drips,
He finds tasty parsnips,
Now Willie does not want to go.
Willie loves his parsnips,
He digs them from under the snow,
Parsnips are a winter crop,
Or when you’re low on dough.
Some people like parsnips and butter,
Others like parsnips with cheese,
Some like parsnips with vinegar and salt,
You can eat them however you please.
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Showing posts with label PARSNIP RECEPIE POEM. Show all posts
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Monday, April 4, 2011
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