To whom her son was talking
And what all the noise could be.
When Hun Bun spied her, he remarked
In accents sharp and biting,
“No wonder that your boy won’t eat,
His food’s so uninviting.
“Your son wants cookies, buns and cake,
And other things that mothers make.”
Bill’s mother, looking apprehensive,
Remarked, “But cakes are so expensive.”