A Sad Case by Caroline Roberts
I have the sweetest dolly,
Her name is Belle Marie:
She came her on my birthday
From Paris o'er the sea.
But she's no comfort to me.
They keep her locked away,
For she's so very lovely
She'd soon be spoiled at play.
And so on my next birthday
A rag doll I will choose;
Because it's hard to have a child
Who is too nice to use.
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