Four winds throw a feast between them, and poor Mister South burns his mouth on a cold potato. The joke is a small, silly reversal that children like working out for themselves. A short one for adding a funny voice to each Mister.
From Mother Goose / Nursery Rhymes (traditional). See the whole collection.
Mister East gave a feast;
Mister North laid the cloth;
Mister West did his best;
Mister South burnt his mouth
Eating cold potato.
About this rhyme
A little comedy built on the four points of the compass: East hosts a feast, North lays the cloth, West does his best, and South burns his mouth on a cold potato. The joke is in the rhyme and the anticlimax, a feast that ends in nothing but a cold spud.
Useful for the four directions without it feeling like a lesson.
Public domain. Text from The Real Mother Goose (Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916), via Project Gutenberg. View the source edition