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Don’t hit your brother, my darling;
    It causes him stress and despair,
And please take your feet off the table
     And put them back under your chair.

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Don’t throw your food on the floor dear,
     For Mummy has cleaned it today.
No, 'yucky' is not a nice word dear.
     'Delicious' is what we all say.

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Carrots are good for you sweetheart.
      They’re good for your eyes, I am told.
Yes, Granny did eat up her carrots,
     But wears glasses because she is old.

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The peas must go into your mouth dear.
     They’re not meant to go into your ears.
Your drink is important - please drink it!
     Now it’s gone on the floor, it appears.

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Don’t put your knife in your mouth dear,
    You could possibly cut off your tongue,
And it’s such a long life without talking
      For a girl who is terribly young.

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Don’t feed the dog with your cake dear,
     And don’t throw your cheese at the wall.
Your manners are awful my darling,
     For someone who’s ever so small.

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