Hot from the ovenTipped from an iron skilletUnto Mama's brown platter.Brown and crusty,Buttery, salty, sweetNothing betterNothing! Cornbread.

What will I wish for, Wistfully wish forOn a dandelion bouquet, What shall I say?A swing on a star?A friend from afar?A perfect summer day?A ride in a sleigh?What do I dream of?A prince for a true love?A lovely new dress?Soft, pink, ruffly, yes!What will I wish for, Wistfully wish forOn a dandelion bouquet, What shall I say?

She loves to be pettedThis dark-eyed beautyComes to the gateAt the sound of children's voicesComes livelyComes softlyComes sweetlyComes Lily.