I am the doll that Nancy broke!

Punch me behind, and I sweetly spoke;

Now my head is rolled in a corner far,

And if this is what human children are,

I am the book that Nancy read

Now I am standing here on my head,

My leaves are crushed in the cruellest way,

And I would not live with Miss Nancy Gay,

I am the frock that Nancy wore

I am the frock that Nancy tore

My buttons are scattering far and near,

And if I were Miss Nancy’s mother dear,

We are the words that Nancy said

All of us ought to be painted red,

We splutter and mutter and snarl and snap,

And if she’d not meet with some sad mishap,