Small Crumbs of Comfort
¶ 1
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It looked just like a layer cake,
And that’s just what it was.
The finest thing that one could bake,
This layer cake from Oz.
¶ 2
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The cake was fluffy and so light,
The cream was fresh and sweet,
The strawberry jam was spread just right,
‘Twas near too good to eat.
¶ 3
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But this was not a normal cake,
Of butter, sugar, flour.
It cured each bruise and gash and ache
With therapeutic power.
¶ 4
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A Melbourne witch did cook it up,
One day, when ‘twas expedient.
She added sugar by the cup
And one unknown ingredient.
¶ 5
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She gave it to her husband, who
Did run a local side.
Just a crumb, she warned, would do
If someone nearly died.
¶ 6
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So thanks to that most helpful witch,
The players were never beaten.
When they got hurt upon the pitch,
A crumb of cake was eaten.
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No matter how opponents hacked,
Or made a dreadful lunge,
The players jumped up all intact,
Thanks to the magic sponge.
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