Betty BotterÂ is aÂ tongue-twisterÂ written byÂ Carolyn Wells.Â It was originally titled “The Butter Betty Bought.” By the middle of the 20th century, it had become part of theÂ Mother GooseÂ collection of nursery rhymes.
I used to be into tongue-twisters as a kid and my favourite was “Betty Botter”. The version I committed to memory was:
Betty Botter bought some butter.Â â€œButâ€, she said, â€œThis butterâ€™s bitter. If I put it in my batter, itâ€™ll make my batter bitter. But if I buy a better butter, itâ€™ll make my batter better.” So Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter and that made her batter better.
A nice tongue-twister, but not very exciting. She has a problem with some butter and she just goes out and buys a replacement.
Well, I thought I might be able to expand the Betty Botter story a little bit. Here is what I came up with…
Betty Botter’s Batter
My expanded version of a classic tongue-twister
Betty Botter bought some butter,Â â€œButâ€, she said, â€œThis butterâ€™s bitter. If I put it in my batter, itâ€™ll make my batter bitter. But if I buy a better butter, itâ€™ll make my batter better…
But Bettyâ€™s brother Buddy Botter said, â€œWhy not try adding water?â€
So Betty Botter blended bitter butter with a bit of water that her brother Buddy brought her. But no matter how much water, the bitter batter wasnâ€™t better. All it was was a bit wetter.
â€œWet and bitter batter isnâ€™t better!â€ Betty barked, but before her brother said rebuttal, Bettyâ€™s mother butted in. â€œIâ€™m sure it could be a bit better. Why not add bit of feta? Saltâ€™ll balance out the bitter, and absorb a bit of water.â€
Then Bettyâ€™s father Mr Botter contributed to the banter.Â
â€œBack when I was but a boy, my best friend Billyâ€™sÂ neighbourâ€™s, barberâ€™s brother was a brilliant baker.Â He always bragged he blended better with the best electric beater.Â Your broken, busted baby beater is why your batter isnâ€™t better.â€
Though it sounds bonkers, Betty Botter couldn’t let this batter beat her.Â So Betty, bartered, begged and bought a brand new, bright blue, Breville beater! Then with the best electric beater she beat the batter mixed with feta, blending water Buddy brought her in with bits of bitter butter.
And in the end this beaten blend of wetter, bitter, feta batter, was just plain bad and Betty muttered â€œI shoulda bought a better butter.â€
Her brother Buddy smiled and bade her, â€œCome on Betty, don’t be bitter. Â Sure we botched a basic batter, but we’re blessed with something better…Â You see, what matters is not batters, but bonding with our fellow Botters.â€