  I’m going to make a dolly, Just like the baby there; I’m going to take some sunshine And twist it up for hair. I’m going to take the bluest speck In all the great blue skies, And make a bright blue pretty pair Of little winking eyes. I’m going to take some roses, To make her little darling cheeks, The very thing, I think! But, oh dear me! I surely am Forgetting all the while, I cannot find a single thing To make baby’s smile. |
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