What a merry, merry rout!
See the wee ones dance about!
Dickie’s leading off the ball;
There,—he almost had a fall.

Who’s his partner in the whirls,
—Rosiest of all the girls?
But a doll—a DOLL you say;
Dancing in that sprightly way?

Well I never! Oh, see there,
See—just see those horses tear!
Meg and Madge will sure be thrown.
What a vicious looking roan!

Not a real live horse you say,
Prancing in that frightful way?
Well, I never! Toys to-day
Surely seem more “real” than “play.”