THE BUTTON PIE.
A button pie! a button pie!
It was our fondest wish.
We took the nursery buttons
And put them in a dish.
We mixed them well with sawdust
Squeezed out of Dolly’s arm,
And some of Nursie’s hair-oil,
Not thinking any harm.
And then we set the pie to bake,
Beneath the sewing table;
And went to play a little while
With Johnny’s horse and stable.
But Nursie came, and whisked her gown,
And over went the pie.
I think I will not tell the rest,
For fear—that—I should—cry!