Nancy's Nightmare | creepy doll holding head | I am the doll that Nancy broke! Hadn’t been hers a week. Punch me behind, and I sweetly spoke; Rosy and fair was my cheek. Now my head is rolled in a corner far, My body lies here in another; And if this is what human children are, I never will live with another. | | I am the book that Nancy read For twenty minutes together. Now I am standing here on my head, While she’s gone to look at the weather. My leaves are crushed in the cruellest way, There’s jam on my opening page, And I would not live with Miss Nancy Gay, Though I should not be read for an age. | torn up book with arms legs and a head | | tousled dress | I am the frock that Nancy wore Last night at her birthday feast. I am the frock that Nancy tore In seventeen places, at least. My buttons are scattering far and near, My trimming is torn to rags; And if I were Miss Nancy’s mother dear, I’d dress her in calico bags! | | We are the words that Nancy said When these things were called to her view. All of us ought to be painted red, And some of us are not true. We splutter and mutter and snarl and snap, We smoulder and smoke and blaze. And if she’d not meet with some sad mishap, Miss Nancy must mend her ways. | little creatures with big sings on their tummies saying: Boohoo, Couldn't help it! Horrid old skirt! Didn't neither! and Not my fault! |
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