WHEN I sit down, all clean and bright Before the breakfast table, white, With honey in a shining dish, I'm most as good as I could wish— For honey-comb and toast that curls Are very good for little girls— I never push my plate away, Like the twins did the other day, I never cry and say, "I won't!" For I like honey, and they don't. (2) When mother has friends in to tea I'm as polite as I can be, I pass the sandwidges and cake And never count how much they take— Even if they take three or four I always say, "Please have one more," (The twins would say, as like as not, "My, don't you eat a nawful lot!") I never even look—for they May ask me out to tea someday! |