My mother cut it out for me 
And started it so I could see; 
And then she turned some edges in 
And let me take it to begin. 
I made it. But did not know 
How very hard it is to sew, 
I took a long time for that stitch, 
And now it's there,  I don't know which 
is better.  But not one is small, 
And they are not like at all. 
That side was verу hard to fix; 
And then the needle always pricks, 
But you must hold it and take care; 
Because the point is always there. 
And knots keep coming, by and by; 
And then, no matter how you try, 
The thread comes out of its old eye. 
But some way, now, I have it done,
I think it is a pretty one.