The Lament of the Unsold Doll.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XLI, Issue 24, 9 December 1908, Page 68

The Lament of the Unsold Doll.

Heigh-ho! Tin very lonely here, And can't suppress a sigh To think that, though I’m far from dear, There’s no one comes to buy. The ticket on my pretty shawl Is marked in letters red—- “ Look! One-and-six. this handsome doll! Including dress and bed.” Yet children through the window stare, And eye me up and down, While grown-ups buy (with lots to spare)] Some golliwog or clown. Three wooden dolls and two of Five monkeys climbing string, One polar bear that waved a flag. One rabbit on a spring — All. all have left me one by one, Some other home to seek’, And 1 must say it’s far from fun To lie here week by week! My hair is clustered locks of gold; My cheeks a healthy red, And yet, till I am some day sold. I'm doomed to lie in bed. The skies are blue! I see them through The dusty window-pane, And long to rise as others do, Yet only long in vain. “Upon my word,” the shopman said, “It stands to commonsense That such a doll, with dress and be<t Must sell for eighteen-pence!” I think so too. But week by week In loneliness I lie. And those who come a doll to seek, Some other doll will buv.