They say I'm a darling, and Joy-of-the-House, They call me their Precious, and Ducky, and Lamb; I'm Bunny, and Honey, and Dear Little Mouse, And nothing's too good for me, imp that I am. My fingers and toes are so chubby and fat, My nose is so dear, and my hair is like silk,— But if they do love me as much as all that, Why can't I have sugar in my bread and milk? |