Dear sweet sewing machine
I will promise to love honor and keep you polished and clean
Oiled greased all you can eat
If you will turn my satin silk into sugar and salt
Butter and milk and maybe a toy a baby should have a toy
You have suffered neglect
Our love maybe before not anymore
We need you if we're to make old ends meet
Do you know what you are
Dear sweet sewing machine you'll come to me our own salavar
Pots
Pans
Blankets and sheets
Cabbage and beats
Corn
Raisins and dates
Plums
Pears
Pitchers and plates
Tables and chairs
And farther away a room of our own someday
What is your second hand
Scratched
Worn
You're still the best we've ever seen
So welcome sewing machine to our home
