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: