I'm sorry I couldn't be with you,
but I'm awfully busy you see.
Painting my eyes, my cheeks, my hair
So Mother will be proud of me.
I'm sending you this message
To convey to you this thought;
The stork will soon have left me
To use the gift you brought.
Be sure to come and see me
As soon as I get there;
Just give my Mother time to dress me.
So I won't be bare.
And so I thank you from my heart
For each lovely gift for me,
'Cause when I've left my Mother,
I'll not be dressed, you see.
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