"TOO MANY COOKS SPOIL THE BROTH."
See our Harry, Rosie, Lil—
Restless darlings, never still;
In and out all day they run,
Little people, full of fun—
Rosie, Lil, and Harry.
"Here's a lovely pan!" they cry;
Mary, maid, has set it by.
"Let us all, while no one looks,
Play at being real cooks—
Lillie, Rosie, Harry.
"Tie on aprons, big and brown;
Careful, lift the old pot down;
Now we'll nicely fill it up;
Stir it, girls, and take a sup—
Harry, Lil, and Rosie.
"Not quite nice—pour pepper hot,
Oil, and treacle in the pot;
Salt and coffee; apples too—
Pop this one into the stew"—
Rosie, Lil, and Harry.
In goes all, from peas to paint—
Well may Mary all but faint.
Well may she declare, quite wroth,
"Many cooks do spoil the broth"—
Harry, Rosie, Lillie.
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross
To see a young woman upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
She will have music wherever she goes.