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.

The New Doll

Actress Dorothy Gish with her 'googly' eyed doll.

 The New Doll by Seegmiller

Her glass eyes are very blue
When she smiles and looks at you,
And her hair is golden bright,
It is always curled up tight--
Annabel.

She can open wide her eyes,
And she says "Mamma," and cries.
Folks admire her rosy face.
And her dress is trimmed with lace--
Annabel.

When I take her out to call,
She is quite the grandest doll.
With her cloak all trimmed with fur,
I am very proud of her--
Annabel.

On Strike

Dolls on strike!

 

On Strike

My dollies are so naughty,
I'm afraid they've gone on strike;
They won't let me undress them,
But just do what they like.

They say they want a penny
To spend on Saturday,
And 'less I let them have it,
They'll not join in my play.

I can't let them behave so,
They'll never grow up right -
But I know they will be sorry
When I don't kiss them good-night.

by Enid Blyton

Paper Doll Poem by Pauline King

Dear little Paper Dolls, that grow
All in a beautiful, even row!
Their toes turn out in a way that's grand,
And they look so friendly, hand in hand.
I 've boughten dolls put away on the shelf -
For I love these best that I make myself. 

Then there come nice little paper boys
Who play with the girls, and break their toys.
They all have trousers down to their knees,
And they may shout just as loud as they please.
They never are bothered with dresses and curls,
And never are taken for little girls. 

Of course there are cats in Paper Land,
Or who would catch the rats?
They talk the language children talk,
And not the talk of cats.
They say, instead of "purr," and "mew," 

"Good afternoon," and "How do you do?"

The Paper folks don't always walk,
But ride out every day;
Their horses go just like the wind,
And do not care for hay -
They gallop in a long straight line,
And really do look very fine.