Mrs. Bidds has picky kids.
She never does mistreat 'em,
She often bakes them pies and cakes
But they refuse to eat 'em.
They moan and sigh and sadly cry,
"We do not like the taste."
"Oh, no!" says she. "Well, give them to me,
So they won't go to waste."
~ Tamary Shoemaker
(Response to a prompt at NaPoWriMo to write a nursery rhyme.)