Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

 BREAD AND BUTTER

I come in hungry from my play,

And ask for things to eat;

And think of all the cake we’ve got,

So plummy and so sweet;

But very gently, mother says,

“There’s butter, and there’s bread;”

And smiles at me; my hunger leaves,

I sigh, and shake my head;

For I had only wished for cake,

So plummy, and so sweet;

And I go back to play again

Without a thing to eat.