Mommy’s Pretty Purse

One day quite by accident

Discovered I, a treasure chest

A lipstick, a mirror, a vial of glass

That opened to a fairy dance

In a garden full of roses.

The glittery pink purse of treasures

With many exciting hidden pleasures

A pretty pot of rouge so small

A tiny splotch turned me into a doll!

Oh, how magical is this bounty.

What else are you hiding, purse?

In your little pockets, or worse

in thin folds, intricately placed

Pretty cards with Mommy’s name

Calling whom, I wonder.