There was an old lady, all dressed in silk,
Who lived upon lemons and butter-milk;
And, thinking the world was sour old place,
She carried its acid all over her face.
Another old lady ,all sunny and neat,
Who lived upon sugar and every thing sweet,
Exclaimed, when she heard of the trouble 'I never!
For the world is so nice I could live on for ever!'
Now, children, take your choice
Of the food your heart shall eat;
There are sourish thoughts, and brim-stone thoughts,
And thoughts all good and sweet.
And what ever the heart feeds on,
Dear children trust to me,
Is precisely what this queer old world
Will seem to you to be.