Come, Little Girl

Oh, come, little girl, and play with me For I would be your little boy. We will never grow old, little girl, at all; We’ll hop, skip and jump and play with a ball: We’ll frolic, and laugh and climb the trees tall, Just you, little girl, and I.

Oh, come, little girl and play with me, For I would be your little boy. We’ll make believe cats and doggies and things Are elephants, lions and eagles with wings; We’ll dream in the woods, where the waterfall sings, Just you, little girl, and I.

Oh, come, little girl and play with me, For I would be your little boy. We’ll make believe you, little girl, and I Are married some day, and then by and by, We’ll buy paper kiddies, and croon “lullaby,” Just you, little girl, and I.

Do come little girl, please play with me, For I must be your little boy We’ll build a sweet house, little girl, our own, Of sassafras wood, and birch, and stone; We’ll bake big mud pies, and cookies and pome, You, sweet little girl, and I.