In case you aren't familiar with the story, Frances is a picky eater who turns up her nose at the meals her mother serves. Her very wise mother begins serving her bread and jam and ONLY bread and jam, three meals a day. At first, Frances is thrilled! She sings,
Jam on biscuits, jam on toast,
Jam is the thing that I like most!
By the next day, after a couple of meals of bread and jam, her enthusiasm is dwindling:
Jam in the morning, jam at noon,
Bread and jam by the light of the moon.
Jam . . . is . . . very . . . nice.
By dinner that evening, when everyone else is served spaghetti with meatballs, but she faces only bread and jam, Frances starts crying at the table and softly sings,
What I am
Is tired of jam.
Of course, at that point her mother quickly brings her a plate of spaghetti and meatballs. The next day at school, Frances lays out an elaborate lunch, complete with a tiny vase of violets and a miniature salt shaker. She and her friend Albert agree that it's nice there are all different kinds of breakfasts, lunches, dinners, and snacks.