Little Fingers

By Anonymous

Busy little fingers,
Everywhere they go,
Rosy little fingers,
The sweetest that I know!

Now into my work-box,
All the buttons finding,
Tangling up the knitting,
Every spool unwinding!

Now into the basket
Where the keys are hidden,
Full of mischief looking,
Knowing it forbidden.

Then in mother’s tresses,
Now her neck enfolding,
With such sweet caresses
Keeping off a scolding.

Daring little fingers,
Never, never still!
Make them, Heavenly Father,
Always do Thy will.

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