noon
`` I want a nice apple , A large one , and red . '' `` For whom do you want it ? '' His kind mother said . `` You know a big apple I gave you at noon ; And now for another , My boy , it 's too soon . '' `` There 's a poor little girl At the door , mother dear , '' Said Will , while within His mild eye shone a tear . `` She says , since last evening She 's eaten no bread ; Her feet are all naked And bare is her head . Like me , she 's no mother To love her , I 'm sure , Or she 'd not look so hungry , And ragged , and poor .