DOLLY’S BATH.

Dolly needs to have a bath

In her little tub,

Where her pretty hands and feet

I will gently rub;

Twist her hair upon her head

So it won’t get wet;

Then the towels and the soap

And the sponge I’ll get.

There now, Dolly, stand just so;

Very quiet keep;

Though the water in the tub

Is not very deep,

It might make you very ill,

Very pale and thin,

If by any chance, my dear,

You should tumble in.

Where’s my dolly? O dear me!

I told her not to stir!

For oh, you know, all-over baths

Do not agree with her!

And now she is a dreadful sight;

Not fit to hug or kiss!

Oh, dolly dear, how could you serve

Me such a trick as this?