"Once there was a little boy madly in love with raspberry jam." "A thing I hate." "Don't tell me! Who hates raspberry jam?
He came to the store closet, where he knew there were jars of it, and--oh! misery--the door was locked.

He kicked the door, and wept bitterly.

His mamma came and said, 'Here is the key,' and gave him the key.

And what did he do?
Why, he fell to crying and roaring, and kicking the door.

'I don't wa-wa-wa-wa-nt the key-ey-ey.