There was once a small child who never said please,
I believe if you went down on your knees;
But with arms on the table, would sit at her ease,
And call out to her mother, in such words as these:
"Pass me the butter, give me some cheese,
Cut me some bread, I want some peas."
So the fairies, this very rude daughter to tease,
Blew her away in a powerful breeze
Over the mountains and over the seas,
And there she must live till she learns to say "please."