Her fingers moved to and fro
The fabric from her table flowed
She always had a fine design
Her handy work was so divine
There never was a seamstress
Who could make a finer dress
Even those who were nimble
could never hold a thimble
To Sherry O’ Sew
Sherry O’ Sew
You too sis
That’s so sweet! I’m ready to sew like the wind. Just got to get my household under control. I love you.