

When dinner- 

 time came, I 

 found it right 

 at my mouth. 

 That busy 

 mother of mine 



had fully supplied my wants, and packed my room 

 full to the ceiling with the most delicious, fragrant 

 bread of flowers made of pollen and honey. 



" Oh, those were good old times, with all I 

 wanted to eat all the time, and everything I ate 



