'MY DOLLY.’

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XVI, Issue XIII, 28 March 1896, Page 366

'MY DOLLY.’

There’S one thing about my dolly That no other dolly’s got ; What it is I’m going to tell you, And you’ll see it can't be bought— Like the dress, the shoes, the stockings And everything so neat That go to make the tout ensemble Of a dolly all complete.

Of course most dollies have bright hair, But whose has hair like mine ? And all have eyes like heavenly gems, But none like dolly’s shine.

Whose can with it compare ?’ There isn’t such another mouth No, not anywhere.

Around that mouth, when dolly’s laid In bed and fast asleep, The fairies love to flit and dance And kiss those dimples deep, And whisper in her tiny ears Sweet fancies for her dreams. So when my dolly opes her eyes

And smiles a smile no other doll Can smile —I'll tell you why— Because it is my dolly’s smile And lives within her eye. But I know why my dolly smiles With such a joy supreme ; The fairies made her fancy she Was with me in her dream.

Her rosebud mouth so plump and sweet,

But this is what my dolly has No other doll can keep ; It isn’t dress or hair or eyes ; Or even dimples deep. For many dollies have them, too, And glory in them all ; But then you see. ’twixt you and me, My heart is in my doll. Henry Stanley.