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Show The Lament of the Oulfrown Doll. Oh. listen veil While a tak-1 tell Of a poor, unfortunate dolly, VVlio was horn iu France Ami t'iven by chanco To a 6wect little girl muried Polly. A wee little :ir. With hair all a-curl Anil dimpled cheeks and shoulders. When I and she Took an airing, we Were the joy of all beholders. Day after day. As time passed away, We'd liothitu; to do hut keep jolly: Hut it could not last. For she crew so fast This dear little girl named Polly. First she was seven, Ei-ht, nine, ten, eleven. And then slie was four times three! She outgrew her crib, llc-r apron and bib. And now she has outgrown mel Forgotten, forlorn. From night till morn I'm left in the playroom corner From morn till nitrht In the same sad plifcrlit. Like & pieless Little Jack Horner. With a frozen Btare At the walls I glare, My mind to the question giving. If the life of a dolly Outgrown by Polly Bo really worth the living! Julia Schayer in St. Nicholas. |
