The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me

I can't forget the day that I was born Was on a cold and frosty winter's mornThe doctor said I was a chubby chap But when the nurse, she took me on her lap She washed me all over I remember And after powder-puffin' me, you see She laid me in the cradle by the window In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me. When I began to crawl it was a sight I used to frighten mom from morn' til night There's no mistake I was a lttle curse 'Cause when my daddy, he came home from work Every night he would say; "Where's Little Sam got?" As down the kitchen, happy as could be They used to find me scrapin' out the jam pot In The Little Shirt My Mother Made For Me.