I Dress My Ring Finger
I dress my ring fingers fancy when I go out
A ring on each, or I hear my heart shout
During the day I garden, weed, hoe and rake
Ringless, I cook, knead, measure and bake
The second I plan a trip, these fingers squeal
I dress them up nicely when I meet friends for a meal
If I start to leave the house and they are not dressed
I stop the car and run back in; these fingers truly are blessed.
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