Mrs Jones and Mrs Drake Mrs Jones and Mrs Drake Would sit beside the wayside lake, Not noticing the passing trucks, Throwing breadcrumbs to the ducks, And pieces of madeira cake. Mrs Drake and Mrs Jones Were nothing but two bags of bones, Yet everyday they came to sit, To feed the ducks, to watch and knit And quietly talk about their homes. One day only Mrs Drake Came to sit beside the lake, To watch with fragile, empty hands, Listening to the ducks demands For breadcrumbs and madeira cake.
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