Friday, 8 April 2011

The occasional poem



















image from The Graphics Fairy


My Little Doll

I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;
And I cried for her more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.


I found my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;
Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair not the least bit curled;
Yet for old sake’s sake, she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.

Charles Kingsley
(12th June 1819 – 23rd January 1875)

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