Bonus Content: Second Breakfast!

It’s the surest way to a halfling’s heart!

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Oh, first breakfast, second breakfast, Elevenses, brunch Four ways to a Halfling’s heart Before he has lunch

Twosies, tea and dinner, a midafternoon snack Sweet supper, pre-bed nibbles Then we’ll hit the sack

Oh, when I met my husband, He was scrawny and thin When living with the tall folk, You don’t get the meals in

Only three times set for dinner, That’s a hungry sort of rut The way into a Halfling’s heart is straight up through his gut

Oh, first breakfast, second breakfast, Elevenses, brunch Four ways to a Halfling’s heart Before he has lunch

Twosies, tea and dinner, a midafternoon snack Sweet supper, pre-bed nibbles Then we’ll hit the sack

Now some folk fall in love with poets, Full of songs in size But words are no replacement, For some good old shortcrust pies

Dwarfed by love with jewels, And with golden rings you rub But Halflings know where you find love is meal time at the pub

Oh, first breakfast, second breakfast, Elevenses, brunch Four ways to a Halfling’s heart Before he has lunch

Twosies, tea and dinner, a midafternoon snack Sweet supper, pre-bed nibbles Then we’ll hit the sack

Now he pays most attention, when my cake is on the rise The kitchen gets quite heated, Soon there’s flour on my thighs

And when I have got the sheep cut, Things can get quite out of hand As I’m stuffing his sausages, he’s filling out my pans

Oh, first breakfast, second breakfast, Elevenses, brunch Four ways to a Halfling’s heart Before he has lunch

Twosies, tea and dinner, a midafternoon snack Sweet supper, pre-bed nibbles Then we’ll hit the sack