My Mamma's Hands

I wish y-ou'd see my mamma's hnnds And the thinga that they can do. She says they 're "rerj' ugly ones," But I don't believe that's true. They're pretty, all the same, to rae. And ruighty elever too. She says she can't do anytkir.g, But I see her work all "áñj. She writes long things on paper, Which she says are "not much pay." She sews, knits ar.d cooks spraetimes (And she spanked me yesterday). (Bhe make3 niee cake and candy, And stopklsgs sl:e can darn. WÈ7, the other day I found her T. liitewashing our barn, - A" : ofíen I do have to sit And hold great hanks of yarn! I wonder if my mamma's hands Ever stop to go to sleep. Why, they 're busy when they her.r me ssy, "Pray God, my soul to keep." Borne mght when she's Kot looking I'll just run in and peep.