POPPING CORN

COME, you merry little fellows, Poke the coals and blow the bellows; Here’s the popper, shell the corn, And let it pop this winter morn.

Pop-a-tee-pop-pop-pop! See the kernels skip and hop, See them puff out full and white, Hear them crackle in affright.

Now shake, shake, shake, Till your hands and faces bake; Tip it, turn it, Or you’ll burn it, And a dreadful muss you’ll make.

Now it’s done we’ll have a feast; Smallest hands must take the least! Hot and crisp and white and sweet,— Isn’t this a jolly treat!