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.