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.
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.
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.
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.
