Tell me little ladies,
Playing in the sun,
How many minutes
Till the baking's done?
Susy gets the flour,
All of golden dust;
Harry builds the oven,
Lily rolls the crust.
Pat it here, and pat it there;
What a dainty size!
Bake it on a shelf of stone,
Nice mud pies!
Now we want a shower--
For we need it so--
It would make a roadside,
Such a heap of dough.
Turn them in, and turn them out,
How the morning flies!
Ring the bell for dinner--
Hot mud pies!