She sang the song very softly:
I do not like the way you slide,
I do not like your soft inside,
I do not like you lots of ways,
And I could do for many days
“What did you say, Frances?” asked Father.
“Nothing,” said Frances, spreading jam on another slice of bread.
“Why do you keep eating bread and jam,” asked Father, “when you have a lovely soft-boiled egg?”
“One of the reasons I like bread and jam,” said Frances, “is that it does not slide off your spoon in a funny way.”
—Russell Hoban, Bread & Jam for Frances (1964)