She mixes water and flour,
And sets it to rise in the sunshine
For almost a half an hour;
And then she kneads it and kneads it
Into tiny cakes of dough,
And it’s fun to play ball with ’em,
Before they’re baked, you know.
Say, now, won’t you have some?
Only one! Why, look here.
There’s lots more where these come from,