Tuesday 21 January 2014

The Little Doll


I once had a sweet little doll.
The prettiest doll in the world
Her cheeks were so red and so white
And her hair was so charmingly curled

But I lost my poor little doll
As I played in the heath one day
And I cried for her more than a week,
But I never could find where she lay.

I found my poor little doll, 
As I played in the heath one day
Folks say she is terribly changed,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arm trodden off by the cows,
And her hair not the least bit curled
Yet for old sakes’ sake she is still,
The prettiest doll in the world.

Charles Kingsley