I'm just a lttle handkerchief,
Quite square as you can see.
but with a stitch or two they made
A bonnet out of me.
I'll be worn home from the hospital
Or on the christening day
then neatly pressed and folded
I'll be carefully packed away.
On her wedding day a bride must have,
Traditionally, something old...
Good Luck, good health and happiness
It brings her so I'm told.
Then what could be more pleasant
Than to unpack little me
To snip a stich or two and find
Her handkerchief I'll be.
And if I'm first worn by a boy
He'll surely someday wed
Then he can give his lovely bride
This hanky once worn on this head.