Spilt Milk by Amy Ella Blanchard

Oh, you naughty little man, / Come away from that milk pan, / Mustn't touch, bad boy, no, no, / You must mind when I say so.

But you want it, yes, I know, / You must wait until you grow / Big like papa, then you can / Look at ev'ry dish and pan.

Little prying fingers near, / Little eyes that peep and peer, / Into ev'ry drawer and nook, / Basket, box, and shelf, and book.

Now you've done it, oh, dear me! / See how naughty you can be, / Spilt the milk and drenched yourself, / I must find a higher shelf.

Don't cry, darling, never mind, / Mama will not be unkind, / Little frightened darling man, / Mama'll whip that old milk pan.