(Head appears at 2.)
"Now, mother, dear mother," the young ones would cry,
As they dropped off with a nod,
"To train up a child in the way to go,
O mother, dear, ne'er spare the rod.
(Child's head appears at 3.)
For broth without bread is a watery waste;
And never contented are we,
Till with your good stick it is thickened to taste;
(Three heads appear at 4.)