Dear Sweet Sewing Machine

Motel: Dear sweet sewing machine,

I will promise to love,

Honor, and keep you polished and clean.

Oiled, greased, all you can eat.

If you will turn my satin and silk into sugar and salt.

Tzietel: Butter and milk.

And maybe a toy, a baby should have a toy.

Both: You have suffered neglect.

Our Love maybe before not anymore.

We need you if we're to make Old ends meet.

Do you know what you are?

Dear sweet sewing machine you'll come to me our own Salavar

Motel: Pots

Tzietel: Pans

Motel: Blankets and sheets

Tzietel: Cabbage and beats

Motel: Corn

Tzietel: Raisins and dates

Motel: Plums

Tzietel: Pears

Motel: Pitchers and plates

Tzietel: Tables and chairs

Both: And farther away a room of our own someday.

What if you're second hand?

Motel: Scratched

Tzietel: Worn

Both: You're still the best we've ever seen!

So welcome sewing machine to are home.