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

 MUFFINS

Molly tied her apron on,

Blue and white, it was;

“I’ll be making muffins,”

Molly said, “because

There’s no more o’ currants

For the little buns”;

“Make us muffins,” ’Lizbeth cries,

“Fluffy yellow ones!”

Sniffing in the baking smell

Brother said to me:

“Think of all the children

Muffinless, for tea!

Esquimos with bear and oil

China boys with rice—

I am glad I live at home;

Muffins are so nice!”