King Boggen builds himself a hall out of pastry, black pudding, and pancakes. A short, edible fantasy in the tradition of gingerbread houses, over almost as soon as it begins.
From Mother Goose / Nursery Rhymes (traditional). See the whole collection.
Little King Boggen, he built a fine hall,
Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and white,
And slated with pan-cakes,—you ne'er saw the like!
About this rhyme
A nonsense rhyme built entirely out of food: King Boggen's hall has walls of pastry, windows of black pudding and white, and a roof slated with pancakes.
Ask a child what else the hall might be made of.
Public domain. Text from The Real Mother Goose (Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916), via Project Gutenberg. View the source edition