And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the kitchen and scolded the slavey,
Who answered, "All bones must be boiled down for gravy."
"Mary, Mary, quite contrairy, how does your garden grow?"
"Early greens and haricot beans and cauliflowers all in a row."
When good KING ARTHUR ruled this land he was a goodly king,
He stored ten sacks of barleymeal to last him through the Spring;
The Food-Controller heard thereof, and said, "This wicked hoarding
Must not go on—and if it does I'll have to act according."