1 SEPTEMBER 1928, Page 15

Questions at Breakfast

WilEx little Jan was five years old She fixed me with a thoughtful eye Above her Quaker oats, And, while her food was getting cold, She asked, and waited my reply : " Why are there goats ? "

With craft my answer I deferred And placed some bacon on a plate With fork and knife, But little Jan was undeterred. Ruthless she asked me, stern as Fate " Why is there Life ? "

" Now Jan," I said, " please hurry up And let such silly questions be.

Why waste your breath ?

Drink up your milk—here, take the cup." " But why," said Jan, and gazed at me ; " Why is there Death ? "

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