By Christine Schuman
Mama said, Girl, put on your calico dress.
She tied my pigtails with satin bows of blue.
It’s Saturday night at the old country school.
Everyone’s dancing to those old fiddle tunes.
Daddy bows, saying, May I have this dance, please?
He’d twirl me around to that old familiar score…
One two three, one two three, we swayed back and forth,
Waltzing in fairyland on