"Ode to Bobby Joe"

Oh I have a little button

And I named him Bobby Joe

He is blue with purple speckles

And has four little holes

Yes this button is my friend

My only friend, you see

For this dear little button

Only speaks to me

Yes, it's on my favorite sweater

I cannot wash it, though.

For what if the button cometh off?

I know not how to sew!

Then my button would be lost

Lost and dead forever.

And what would I do without Bobby Joe?

So I mustn't wash my sweater.

"Mother, dear, where is my sweater?"

I said to my mother one day

"Why it's in the wash," she says to me

I gasped and ran away

I dashed down the steps to the washing room

And opened the washer door

I pulled my wet sweater out of there

And put it on the floor

In horror I looked where the button should be

It was gone! My dear, dear friend . . .

It had fallen off, and got stuck in the wash

Never to be seen again.