Dolls

Sitting pretty, waiting for a tea party.

I once had a sweet doll, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world;

Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears,

And her hair was so charminly curled.

But I lost my poor little doll, dears,

As I played on the heath one day;

And I cried for her more than one week, dears,

But I could never find where she lay.

I found my poor little doll, dears,

As I played on the heath one day;

Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,

For all her paint is washed away,

And her arm is trodden off by the cows, dears,

And her hair not the least bit curled;

Yet for old times sake, she still is, dears,

The prettiest doll in the world.

The Lost Doll

Charles Kingsley