by Amelia De Wolfjers
There was a little milkmaid, and
Her pails were spools of thread;
A thimble-holder as a hat
She wore upon her head.
And there were pins of black and white
Around the brim stuck in,
And to her anyone could go
To get a safety pin.
Her apron white and dainty was
A little needle-book;
The rod her milk-pail-spools were on
Was just a crochet-hook.
And people called this pretty maid
"Our useful little Poll'';
She was a help to every one,
This little "Sewing Doll."
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