Mable Says.

Mable says we’re the best of friends.

The snow has come and left.

Baby booms, yarn with spools.

All dressed up in your Sunday jewels, my springtime girl.

My springtime girl.

Rummy hands love you still.

Your our springtime girl.

Forget me not.

Forget me not.

Mable says your the best of friends.

The snow has come and left.

My springtime girl.

My springtime girl.