In the corner she's left the mechanical toy, <br /> On the chair is her Teddy Bear fine; <br />The things that I thought she would really enjoy <br /> Don't seem to be quite in her line. <br />There's the flaxen-haired doll that is lovely to see <br /> And really expensively dressed, <br />Left alone, all uncared for, and strange though it be, <br /> She likes her rag dolly the best. <br /> <br />Oh, the money we spent and the plans that we laid <br /> And the wonderful things that we bought! <br />There are toys that are cunningly, skillfully made, <br /> But she seems not to give them a thought. <br />She was pleased when she woke and discovered them there, <br /> But never a one of us guessed <br />That it isn't the splendor that makes a gift rare— <br /> She likes her rag dolly the best. <br /> <br />There's the flaxen-haired doll, with the real human hair, <br /> There's the Teddy Bear left all alone, <br />There's the automobile at the foot of the stair, <br /> And there is her toy telephone; <br />We thought they were fine, but a little child's eyes <br /> Look deeper than ours to find charm, <br />And now she's in bed, and the rag dolly lies <br /> Snuggled close on her little white arm.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-it-goes-3/
