First, four will go into a cake
That old Aunt Phoebe wants to bake.
The coffee one will clear, you know.
For grandma’s breakfast two must go.
Three in the muffins, add to seven,
And one is left—that’s just eleven.
The Rude Rabbit.
There were some little rabbits that once lived in a wood;
Some were gray, and some were white, and all were very good