Lovely Frocks
In my Mummy’s wardrobe, there are lots of
lovely frocks,
I know because I’ve seen them hanging
there;
There’s purple, and there’s orange, and a frilly
one of blue,
And a yellow that is shiny like her hair.
The satin frocks make Mummy look just like a
fairy Queen—
But she can’t cuddle me at all in those—
And when she wears a silken frock, it rustles
like the trees—
But I can’t kiss her ’cos I spoils the bows.
And tho’ I love her pretty dresses, ’cos she
looks so grand,
What I like really best of all to see,
Is when she’s in the garden, wearing just an
overall—
And comes to romp and play about with me.