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

 THE FAT LITTLE CLOUD

Little Eldora made some bread,

And set it to rise in a pan;

After a while it began to grow,

As only good bread-dough can.

Then little Eldora went to town

And stayed there most of the day;

While she was gone the bread got up—

Out of the pan and away.

When she got back it was floating up

Out of the door, and high

It rose and rose, till at last it made

A fat little cloud in the sky.