In keeping with family tradition, I have composed a song to be sung at breakfast to Phoebe. Traditionalists will no doubt complain that it actually rhymes and the words fit with the tune. But sod 'em.
The Breakfast Song (you can guess the tune for yourself)
Phoebe, Phoebe come for your breakfast do
I'm half crazy picking up toast for you
I won't think that you're a nutter
When you smear your face with butter
But you'll be there
In your highchair
With your toothy smile shining through
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