I have a lovely grandma
Who's very dear to me;
I go to see her oftentimes
And sit upon her knee.
She tells me pretty stories
Just what I like to hear;
She thinks I'm very nice, I guess,
And calls me little dear.
My grandma has a lovely dress
She's worn a long, long while;
She made it all herself, she said,
When pockets were in style.
It's made with pointed, ruffled waist,
That has a surplice twist;
And has the old-time bishop sleeve
That buttons at the wrist.
The skirt does hang so nicely too,
And always looks so well,
It has not any train to it,
Nor was it cut a bell.
It has a lovely pocket though!
That's big, and wide, and deep,
I always find out where it is
And slyly take a peep.
"There is something in my pocket, dear,"
Says grandma every time.
I'm sure to find a penny there,
Or else a silver dime.
"It's yours, my little girlie dear!"
Says grandma, with a kiss,
"So keep them all, my little one,
Until you're grown a miss."
I'm saving up my money now
To buy a golden locket;
And have her picture placed in it
With dimes from out her pocket. |