"Oh! I am so hungry,
I'm sure I can't wait,
For my apple-pudding to cool,
So, Mary, be quick now
And bring me a plate,
For waiting for dinner
I always did hate,
Tho' forced oft to do it at school.
"But at home, when mamma
Is not in the way,
I surely will do as I choose;
And I do not care for
What you please to say--
The pudding won't burn me--
No longer I'll stay.
What business have you to refuse?"
And now a large slice
Of the pudding she got,
And, fearful she should have no more,
She cramm'd her mouth full
Of the apple so hot,
Which had but a minute
Come out of the pot,
But quickly her triumph was o'er.
Her mouth and her tongue
Were so dreadfully sore,
And suffer'd such terrible pain,
Her pride and her consequence
Soon were all o'er,
And she said, now unable
To eat any more,
"Oh! I never will do so again!"
And thus, by not minding
What she had been told,
Young Ellinor lost all her treat;
Too greedy to wait
Till the pudding was cold,
By being impatient,
Conceited, and bold,
Not a mouthful at last could she eat.