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We had a little save'n box,
For store'n precious things;
Of which we might have use some day,
But not for gold or rings.

The box belonged to Mama,
Who kept it put away;
It sat on top of the pie-safe,
But came down most every day.

I can remember lots of times,
See'n Mama save'n things;
She'd store away an extra button,
Or piece of bright-red string.

One rainy day I looked inside,
To see what I could find;
And sift'n thru all kinds of stuff,
I spied a thing that shined.

Way down there in the corner,
Somethin' the color of tin;
'Twas a very tiny... all alone,
Little safety-pin.

I saw a real-short yellow pencil,
Two empty wooden spools;
And an odd-shaped piece of metal,
From one of Papa's tools.

Mama had traded with a Fairy once,
I know... I've got the proof;
'Cause right there in the save'n box,
Was my left-front baby tooth.

I wonder if all other Mamas,
Was similar to mine;
In store'n things away in a box,
For their kids to later find.

If there was ever need of somethin',
For Papa, Sis, or me;
We'd look in Mama's save'n box,
And there it'd probably be.