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?
