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"summary": "\"The Roll Of Bread\" is a children's poem that follows a simple roll of bread on a rhythmic journey from farm to kitchen. When hungry little Ted asks for something to eat, his mother hands him a fresh roll — and the story rewinds through the baker, the miller, the farmer, the rain, and the sun to show everything that made it possible. With cumulative, sing-song verses full of sound words like \"clickety clack\" and \"shakity shake,\" it builds a warm picture of everyday labour and natural abundance.",
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"The baker had flour so fine and so white; Shakity shake, he sifted it light, To make the roll of nice fresh bread That Mother gave to little boy Ted. The baker got the flour from the merry miller whose mill stood by the river side.",
"The miller was merry, and so was the mill; Clickety clack, it never was still, As it ground the flour so fine and white For the busy baker who sifted it light, With a shakity shake, to make the bread That Mother gave to little boy Ted. The flour was made from the yellow wheat that a friendly farmer brought to the mill.",
"“Get up! get up!” said Farmer Brown; As clipety clap, he rode to town To take the wheat to the miller’s mill; Clickety clack, it never was still As it ground the wheat into flour white For the busy baker who sifted it light, With a shakity shake, to make the bread That Mother gave to little boy Ted.",
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"“I like a roll of nice fresh bread, Thank you, Mother,” said little boy Ted."
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