Spilt Milk

Oh, you naughty little man,
Come away from that milk pan,
Mustn’t touch, bad boy, no, no,
You must mind when I say so.

But you want it, yes, I know,
You must wait until you grow
Big like papa, then you can
Look at ev’ry dish and pan.

Little prying fingers near,
Little eyes that peep and peer,
Into ev’ry drawer and nook,
Basket, box, and shelf, and book.

Now you’ve done it, oh, dear me!
See how naughty you can be,
Spilt the milk and drenched yourself,
I must find a higher shelf.

Don’t cry, darling, never mind,
Mama will not be unkind,
Little frightened darling man,
Mama’ll whip that old milk pan.