Jack Spratt

Jack Spratt could eat no fat,

His wife could eat no lean.

Some like rosy apples,

I like them green.

Some, when they eat an egg

Only like the white,

I only like the yolk,

So that's all right.

Some like their beef done red,

Others like it brown;

Some like the country,

Others like the town.

Some like buttercups

And some like diamond rings,

Isn't it a mercy

We all like diff'rent things?