The Kings Breakfast, Alan Alexander Milne was the famous writer of the much-loved Winnie the Pooh stories and is more generally known as A. A. Milne. Born in Kilburn, London in 1882 he spent his formative years living in a small independent school which his father, John Vine Milne ran. A. A. was fortunate to have visionary novelist H. G. Wells as one of his teachers there.
He went on to study at Trinity College, Cambridge after studying first at Westminster School. Up at Cambridge his writing talents blossomed and was soon noticed by the humorous magazine “Punch”. He was invited to contribute whimsical articles and poems at first and later was appointed assistant editor.
The Kings Breakfast by Alan Alexander Milne
The King’s Breakfast
The King asked
The Queen, and
The Queen asked
The Dairymaid:
The Royal slice of bread?”
The Queen asked the Dairymaid,
The Dairymaid
Said, “Certainly,
I’ll go and tell the cow
Before she goes to bed.”The Dairymaid
She curtsied,
And went and told
The Alderney:
“Don’t forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread.”
Said sleepily:
“You’d better tell
His Majesty
That many people nowadays
Like marmalade
Instead.”The Dairymaid
Said, “Fancy!”
And went to
Her Majesty.
She turned a little red:
“Excuse me,
Your Majesty,
For taking of
The liberty,
But marmalade is tasty,
It’s very
Thickly
Spread.”The Queen said
“Oh!:
And went to
His Majesty:
The royal slice of bread,
Many people
Think that
Marmalade
Is nicer.
Marmalade
Instead?”The King said,
“Bother!”
“Oh, deary me!”
The King sobbed, “Oh, deary me!”
And went back to bed.
“Nobody,”
“Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little bit
Of butter for
My bread!”The Queen said,
“There, there!”
And went to
The Dairymaid.
Said, “There, there!”
And went to the shed.
The cow said,
“There, there!
Mean it;
Here’s milk for his porringer,
And butter for his bread.”
The Queen took
The butter
And brought it to
His Majesty;
The King said,
“Butter, eh?”
And bounced out of bed.
“Nobody,” he said,
As he kissed her
Tenderly,
“Nobody,” he said,
As he slid down the banisters,
“Nobody,
My darling,
Could call me
A fussy man –
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter to my bread!”
