Oh, whether in a mug
Or a little china jug,
There's nothing in the world so nice as milk;
When you've got an appetite
It makes your eyes so bright
And little cheeks as soft as silk!
I've heard it also said,
Nothing's half as good as bread,
If hungry, you should ever chance to be;
The miller grinds corn,
And the baker every morn,
Bakes crusty loaves to sell to you and me!
And if you ever wish
For a lovely kind of dish,
To set before me on a breakfast table,
A basin and a spoon,
Some bread and milk, and soon
I'll eat it up fast as I am able!