The Old Doll

 The Old Doll by Seegmiller

Her black eyes are made of beads,
But they're all the eyes she needs,
And she has no hair at all,
For she's just an old rag doll--
Lucy May.

Her best dress is very plain,
She's been left out in the rain,
And her age I mustn't tell,
Though I know it very well--
Lucy May.

But I love this doll the best,
Better far than all the rest,
And I hug her very tight,
And I love her day and night--
Lucy May.