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.

There’s a tiny hat as well,
Made of lace with crumpled strings;
And the teeny-weeny bibs
Are such darling things!

Lavender is here and there
In the cosy little drawer;
And I beg to look again,
Just a little more!

“Why does Mother keep them all?”
But she only strokes my hand:
When I’m big as Mother dear
I shall understand!