It's a very odd thing - <br />As odd can be - <br />That whatever Miss T eats <br />Turns into Miss T.; <br />Porridge and apples, <br />Mince, muffins and mutton, <br />Jam, junket, jumbles - <br />Not a rap, not a button <br />It matters; the moment <br />They're out of her plate, <br />Though shared by Miss Butcher <br />And sour Mr. Bate; <br />Tiny and cheerful, <br />And neat as can be, <br />Whatever Miss T. eats <br />Turns into Miss T.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miss-t/
