THE SILK DRESS
“My dress is pretty,” a little girl said.
“Did you make it?” I asked. She shook her head.
“No, I didn’t make it,” she laughed in glee.
“It took lots of people to make it,” said she.
“I’ll tell you about it, because I know
What my mother told me is truly so.
“The silkworms grew it, and after a while
Men unraveled it into a pile;
Girls spun it and wove it and sent it away,
And my mother bought it for me one day;
And the dressmaker cut it and sewed it for me—
These are the reasons I love it,” said she.