I have a little husband

And he is gone to sea,

The winds that whistle round his ship Fly home to me.

The dear old woman in the lane

Is sick and sore with pains and aches, We'll go to her this afternoon,

And take her tea and eggs and cakes.

Swift and sure the swallow,

Slow and sure the snail:

Slow and sure may miss his way,
Swift and sure may fail.

"But you may hunt for ever And not find such an one."

"I dreamt I set a sunflower, And red as blood it grew

"But such a sunflower never Bloomed beneath the sun."

What does the bee do?

Bring home honey.

And what does Father do?

Bring home money.

And what does Mother do?

Lay out the money.

And what does baby do?
Eat up the honey.

Suggesting family relations