Mama’s Boy
DO not fear, do not fear,
We’ll put the pants on mama’s dear,
Do not cry, do not cry,
We’ll put the coat on mama’s boy.
The Cake Seller
ROUND bean cakes with red spots bright,
The blind who eat them receive their sight;
They cure the deaf and heal the lame,
And preserve the teeth of the aged dame.
The bald who eat them grow a cue,
And the priest can read his bible through,
They help the Taoist a seat to take.
Their virtues are many—buy my cake.
The man who eats fears not his wife,
And the woman works better all her life.