  The sugar dog lay in the toe of the stocking, And rocking, As if in a cradle, he called to the drum To come. But the ball and the gray flannel pig were too cunning, And running, With Noah’s Ark, filled the stocking quite up To the top. The jumping-jack could not get into the stocking. How shocking! He had to climb up on the foot of the bed Instead. But the rag doll was wise, and while baby was sleeping, Came creeping, And nestling under the sweet baby arm, Lay warm. |
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