  A button pie! a button pie! It was our fondest wish. We took the nursery buttons And put them in a dish. We mixed them well with sawdust Squeezed out of Dolly’s arm, And some of Nursie’s hair-oil, Not thinking any harm. And then we set the pie to bake, Beneath the sewing table; And went to play a little while With Johnny’s horse and stable. But Nursie came, and whisked her gown, And over went the pie. I think I will not tell the rest, For fear—that—I should—cry! |
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