The Mother's Song
by Marcus Draik

Child cradled in my arms
Tiny empress pouting
All the springtime green, my darling,
All with thee is sprouting

When thou hast grown in latter days
A little girl so fair
Along we'll walk the garden path
And strawberries gather there

And we shall bake confections sweet
The finest tarts and pies
And thou mayst try on Mother's gowns
Well ere they fit thy size

Along thy bed the finest dolls
Will line like porcelain charms
And all for thee to cradle in
Thy precious little arms