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JOHNNY-CAKE
Mama used to call him her little Johnny-Cake,
He loved the sweet cookies she used to bake;
Loved for Daddy to swing him round and round,
Then drop him gently to the ground;
We used to compete for the love of our mother,
I speak very fondly of my first brother;
My best friend, he was sweet and kinda shy,
Could tell when he was nervous by the twitch of his eye;
Growing up, sometimes we'd fuss 'n fight,
But we loved each other with all our might;
We had in common a very bad temper,
Neither one of us prone to whine and whimper;
Sad to say, he's been thru all kinds of messes,
He was wrong lots of times he often confesses;
Experienced many problems over the years,
Life has caused him to shed bitter tears;
But all those tough times he had to suffer,
Not only made him a whole lot tougher,
They also mellowed my dear old brother;
Johnny-Cake -- there can never be another.
Mama used to call him her little Johnny-Cake,
He loved the sweet cookies she used to bake;
Loved for Daddy to swing him round and round,
Then drop him gently to the ground;
We used to compete for the love of our mother,
I speak very fondly of my first brother;
My best friend, he was sweet and kinda shy,
Could tell when he was nervous by the twitch of his eye;
Growing up, sometimes we'd fuss 'n fight,
But we loved each other with all our might;
We had in common a very bad temper,
Neither one of us prone to whine and whimper;
Sad to say, he's been thru all kinds of messes,
He was wrong lots of times he often confesses;
Experienced many problems over the years,
Life has caused him to shed bitter tears;
But all those tough times he had to suffer,
Not only made him a whole lot tougher,
They also mellowed my dear old brother;
Johnny-Cake -- there can never be another.
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