To Mummy
I shall never leave you, Mummy,
Even when I'm tall.
I'll build a darling little house
Beside our garden wall.
And you'll never see me grown-up,
You'll only see me small.
I'll never leave you, Mummy,
Because you'd miss me so,
But Daddy says it's awkward
(And Daddy ought to know),
And so I've quite decided
I don't intend to grow!
Naughty
I ain't a-goin' to wash myself, nor brush and comb my hair,
I call it just a waste of time, for dust is everywhere;
I get myself as black as black a hundred times a day,
So what's the good o' washing, anyway?
I ain't a-going to bed at all; the best time for a lark
Is when the inside is lit up and outside all is dark;
And if you go to bed at night you get up when it's day,
So what's the good o' goin', anyway?
The Little Drawer
Mother has a little drawer
Which she will unlock for me,
When I'm very, very good,
With a tiny key!
In it are the nicest things,
Little socks and baby's shoes;
Just the ones I like the best
Mother lets me choose.
There are tiny pinafores,
And a faded frock, I see.
Mother says the little frock
Once belonged to me.