Tommy's Stockings

Tommy's Stockings

TWO little maids went out one day,

And really it was shocking !

They met poor Tommy on the way,

With holes in either stocking.

They sat down on a low stone seat,

And to and fro kept rocking,

While they knitted, swift and neat,

Each of them a stocking.

And sweet they sang a little song,

The dickie-birds kept mocking ;

And Tommy wished that all day long

They'd sit and knit a stocking.