morning, noon
`` Do you -- do you happen to mean these tarts ? '' asked Jumpo , sort of sad-like . `` Indeed , I do , '' answered the snake , and then he stood upon the end of his tail on the cover of the basket and sang : `` Oh , I am happy , light and free , Jam tarts are the things for me . I eat them morning , noon and night , For jam tarts , they are my delight . '' Then that snake began to lift off the cover of the basket to get at the tarts , and Jumpo cried : `` But those are for Uncle Wiggily , if you please , Mr. Snake . '' `` Oh , what do I care ? '' asked the snake , most impolitely .