Whose bread I eat, his song I sing
Whose bread I eat, his song I sing
- The cuckoo comes in April, and stays the month of May; sings a song at midsummer, and then goes away The cuckoo comes in April, and stays the month of May; sings a song at midsummer, and then goes away
- They that have no other meat, bread and butter are glad to eat They that have no other meat, bread and butter are glad to eat
- The fly that plays too long in the candle, singes his wings at last The fly that plays too long in the candle, singes his wings at last
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