Once upon a time a little boy named was very hungry.  
"I wish I had something to eat," he said;
And his mother gave him a roll of bread.
She had bought the roll that very morning from the busy who kept a shop at the corner.
 
The baker had flour so fine and so white;
Shakity shake, he it light,
To make the roll of nice fresh bread
That Mother gave to little boy Ted.
The baker got the flour from the merry whose mill stood by the river side.
 
 
The miller was merry, and so was the mill;
Clickety clack, it never was still,
As it ground the flour so fine and white
For the busy baker who sifted it light,
With a shakity shake, to make the bread
That Mother gave to little boy Ted.
The flour was made from the yellow wheat that a friendly farmer brought to the mill.
 
"Get up! get up!" said Farmer Brown;
As clipety clap, he rode to town
To take the wheat to the miller's mill;
Clickety clack, it never was still
As it ground the wheat into flour white
For the bu............