The Cupboard

Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary? Mary: Which cupboard, mother dear? Mother: The cupboard of red mahogany With handles shining clear. Mary: That cupboard, dearest mother, With shining crystal handles? There's nought inside but rags and jags And yellow tallow candles. Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary? Mary: Which cupboard, mother mine? Mother: That cupboard stands in your sunny chamber, The silver corners shine. Mary: There's nothing there inside, mother, But wool and thread and flax, And bits of faded silk and velvet And candles of white wax. Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary? And this time tell me true. Mary: White clothes for an unborn baby, mother.. But what's the truth to you?