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THIS LITTLE BOY GOES TO MARKET by HELEN W. FOWLER

First Line: PATRIOT MOTHERS, COME AND BEAR
Last Line: FILL THE FUTURE'S BLOODY STEW.
Subject(s): BOYS; BUTCHERS; MOTHERS;
Patriot mothers, come and bear
Babies for the Butcher's Fair.

For nice fresh babies pink and round
Butchers pay you by the pound.

Cuddled darlings, don't you cry.
You'll be mincemeat bye and bye.

Breed them, mothers, strong and big;
Sell them like a roasting pig.

Sell your finest, sell your best.
Butcher knives will do the rest.

Breed them carefully and well,
Mindful they'll be blown to hell.

Praise the butchers who let you
Fill the future's bloody stew.



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