I tell mine all to Grandma,
⁠And she tells hers to me;
And we have just the mostest fun
⁠That ever you did see!

Each time I get a new one,
⁠I whisper in her ear,
And Grandma whispers back again,
⁠And laughs, and says, “Dear! dear!”

But I ’ve one now I have to keep,
⁠I can’t tell her, you see.
I wonder—do you s’pose she might
⁠Be keeping one from me?