~*Pete and Toast*~ Peter, man of song and verse who, with a flower on his head, did hop and skip about, Happened one day, upon some bread and the toaster to make it great. "Joy!" Said he, for such as this, had ne'er been hap'd upon And promptly sat with all Womad to eat the joyous fare "Toast!" said they "Such joy in bread We never thought could be!" "When bread is changed through golden heat into a breakfast food!" And Pete sat down And wrote a song and several songs he wrote About that joyous comestible, gold-browned and yummy, toast. (Sadly, since he couldn't think of a name with two letters, the Toast Album was abandoned.) ~*~

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