b buttermilk syrup – March 31

3.31.2017

b buttermilk syrup and

home-made pancakes

take me right on down

the primrose path.

 

oh tip me over and

drop another one upon

me. mother mother

I’m a-coming home.

 

buttermilk smilings

and homewheat

buckcakes, as if

my eatin time’s never

gonna pass.

 

take me home, oh

take me home-O.

I’ll repent in the

mornin’ but this’ns

gonna last.

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