I'm going to write to papa,
I guess he'd like to hear
What his little girl is doing,
The same as when he is near;
I'll tell him how I miss him,
And how I'd wish he'd come,
And never, never, leave us,
But always stay at home.
I'll tell him 'bout my dolly,
She's sleeping on the floor,
I fear that noise will wake her,
Oh! please don't slam the door.
For I must not be bothered,
That's just what ma would say,
When she begins a letter,
And sends me off to play.
I'll send him lots of kisses,
And one bright shining curl,
I'll ask him to remember
His lonely little girl;
I want so much to see him,
But I won't cry a wink,
Cause when I write my letter,
The tears would blot my ink.
I'm going to write to papa,
And oh! how glad he'll be.
To get a little letter
That was written all by me.