The ladder was lost in the yard.
We looked for it all day and all night.
But when it was stolen the jug full of lard
there was the beginning of the fair fight!
I baked really high and nice biscuit
and made the cream with pea-nut butter.
The cake was a wonder and had to be sweet
so I put it on the shelf in the open larder...
...The thief was calm and looked like a lamb
with my cake in his hands and was sitting on my ladder.
He was getting up to the attic, my neighbor, a lad.
When I caught him on hot he was in my sweater...