_What_ is the matter with Mary Jane? I’ve promised her dolls and a daisy-chain, And a book about animals—all in vain— What _is_ the matter with Mary Jane? [Illustration: Doctor looking at girl in bed] _What_ is the matter with Mary Jane? She’s perfectly well, and she hasn’t a pain; But, look at her, now she’s beginning again!— What _is_ the matter with Mary Jane? _What_ is the matter with Mary Jane? I’ve promised her sweets and a ride in the train, And I’ve begged her to stop for a bit and explain— What _is_ the matter with Mary Jane? _What_ is the matter with Mary Jane? She’s perfectly well and she hasn’t a pain, _And it’s lovely rice pudding for dinner again!_— What _is_ the matter with Mary Jane? [Illustration: Girl in high chair kicking off her shoe] [Illustration: Mouse in hat; boy searching under table] MISSING _Has anybody seen my mouse?_ I opened his box for half a minute, Just to make sure he was really in it, And while I was looking, he jumped outside! I tried to catch him, I tried, I tried. . . . I think he’s somewhere about the house. Has _anyone_ seen my mouse? [Illustration: Boy with empty box] [Illustration: Boy with box standing in corner] _Uncle John, have you seen my mouse?_ Just a small sort of mouse, a dear little brown one, He came from the country, he wasn’t a town one, So he’ll feel all lonely in a London street; Why, what could he possibly find to eat? [Illustration: Boy showing empty box to seated man] [Illustration: Boy talking with woman knitting] He must be somewhere. I’ll ask Aunt Rose: Have _you_ seen a mouse with a woffelly nose? Oh, somewhere about— He’s just got out. . . . Hasn’t _anybody_ seen my mouse? THE KING’S BREAKFAST [Illustration: King and queen seated at table] The King asked The Queen, and The Queen asked The Dairymaid: “Could we have some butter for The Royal slice of bread?” The Queen asked The Dairymaid, The Dairymaid Said, “Certainly, I’ll go and tell The cow Now Before she goes to bed.” The Dairymaid She curtsied, [Illustration: Woman curtseying] And went and told The Alderney: “Don’t forget the butter for The Royal slice of bread.” [Illustration: Woman with bucket speaking with recumbent cow] The Alderney Said sleepily: “You’d better tell His Majesty That many people nowadays Like marmalade Instead.” [Illustration: Woman with large jar of marmalade] The Dairymaid Said, “Fancy!” And went to Her Majesty She curtsied to the Queen, and She turned a little red: “Excuse me, Your Majesty, For taking of The liberty, But marmalade is tasty, if It’s very Thickly Spread.”