If not for myself, for my neighbor.

Why then, have they all employment but me,

Who lie lounging here like a dunce?

O then, like the Ant, and the Sparrow, and Bee,

I’ll go to my lesson at once.

Jane Taylor.

Pat-a-Cake, Pat-a-Cake.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man!

So I will, master, as fast as I can: