The Cook’s Little Boy
A real apple-pudding for Mammy and me!
A-boiling as hard as I ever did see!
O Mammy! I’m going to jump up and look,
And tell the old pudding to hurry and cook.
Is it looking in, Mammy, that hinders the boil?
Well, I’d feel very bad for my pudding to spoil;
So I’ll cover it up, like a good little son,
And play on the floor till you tell me it’s done.
There’s the chil’ren up-stairs—they’re dressed up so fine,
But their pudding’s no better than Mammy’s and mine.
Oh! isn’t it nice when your Mammy’s the cook,
And whenever you want you can climb up and look!