My Parasol

My Parasol
by Helen Wing

I have a little rocking-chair; it's very cute, I think;
It looked so nice and shiny till the day I spilled the ink;
And then it got so black I cried, but I don't care at all,
'Cause yesterday I bought myself a little parasol!

It cost a lot of money-a dollar twenty-nine,
But it's worth the whole world to me-this parasol
of mine.

I had a little woolly dog; I pulled him with a string.
And he'd come bumping back to me as fast as anything.
When he got broke I felt most sick, but I don't care at all,
'Cause yesterday I bought myself a little parasol!

It cost a lot of money-a dollar twenty-nine;
But it's made of most expensive stuff-this parasol of
mine.

I had a little china plate with roses painted on;
My aunty brought it home to me the day she went to
town.
And now it's broken into bits, but I don't care at all,
'Cause yesterday I bought myself a little parasol!

It cost a lot of money-a dollar twenty-nine;
But then I'll use it all my life, this parasol of mine.