You better make haste home, Milly—you’d better hasten home,

It’s late, and mother’s wondering why ever you don’t come ;

There’s cake to make, and mother’s busy as can be,
There’s wood to chop, and tea to set, Granny’s come to tea.

So hurry home, run very fast, and help your mother dear,

You may be useful there—and oh, you're far from useful here.
Edith Bland.