Assurance

 Tell me, Little One, why do you cry?

when I say I'll be gone awhile

Is it in fear that I would not reply?

Or is it due to some other qualm?

I think I've told you many a time 

You are my pet, the toy 

I love to play with most

A lovely doll for you I'll get

and I promise to send speed post.

Now smile, Little One, be happy, be gay

All's right with our world, as you see

And you know well, or you should

These tears will not pay

For go I will when I say.