Who gets on her nightie an’ says all her prayers?
An’ then comes a-stealin’ an’ creepin’ down-stairs?
Who cuddles up comfy an’ teases to stay?
An’ who is so spoiled ’at she won’t go away,
Even when she’s as sleepy as sleepy can be?
Muvver says—me.
MY DEAREST IS A LADY
BY MIRIAM S. CLARK
My dearest is a lady, she wears a gown of blue,
She sits beside the window where the yellow sun comes through;
The light is shining on her hair, and all the time she sews,
She sings a song about a knight, a dear, brave knight she knows.
My dearest is a lady—and oh, I love her well!
Full five and twenty times a day this very tale I tell;
For I’m the knight in armor, a shield and sword I wear,
And Mother is my lady, with the light upon her hair.