This was her rhyme:
My name is Merrilee,
Not Taralee.
I live with a bee
Under a tree.
She would repeat this to herself when no one was watching while she was eating her bread and honey. The next child would come along, and Merrilee would remove the crust from her own mouth and put it down (she always ate crusts) and sing for her the verse:
I'll make you a treat
Just for you to eat
And you'll be my friend
Until the end.
Then she would butter a slice of bread for the next child and spread it with honey and pass it to her. Wasn't that nice? (Otherwise she would just eat it herself, if no one came by.)
To Be Continued
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