And will you take a little cream?
Now tell the truth to me.”
She had a rustic, woodland grin,
Her cheek was soft as silk,
And she replied, “Sir, please put in
A little drop of milk.”
“Why, what put milk into your head?
’Tis cream my cows supply”;
And five times to the child I said,
“Why, pig-head, tell me, why?”