My precious boy with the golden hair
Came up one day beside my chair
And fell upon his bended knee
And said, "Oh, Mommy, please play with me!"

I said, "Not now, go on and play;
I've got so much to do today."
He smiled through tears in eyes so blue
When I said, "We'll play when I get through."

But the chores lasted all through the day
And I never did find time to play.
When supper was ov…