I once had a sweet little doll, dears, <br />The prettiest doll in the world; <br />Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, <br />And her hair was so charmingly curled. <br />But I lost my poor little doll, dears, <br />As I played in the heath one day; <br />And I cried for more than a week, dears, <br />But I never could find where she lay. <br /> <br />I found my poor little doll, dears, <br />As I played in the heath one day: <br />Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, <br />For her paint is all washed away, <br />And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears <br />And her hair not the least bit curled: <br />Yet for old sakes' sake she is still, dears, <br />The prettiest doll in the world. <br /> <br /> <br />From The Water-Babies. <br />Eversley, 1862.<br /><br />Charles Kingsley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-little-doll/
