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