MAMMA AND THE BABY.
Reading edition
What a little thing am I! Hardly higher than the table; I can eat, and play, and cry, But to work I am not able.
Nothing in the world I know, But mamma will try and show me; Sweet mamma, I love her so, She’s so very kind unto me.
And she sets me on her knee Very often for some kisses: O! how good I’ll try to be, To such a dear mamma as this is!