I hug her, and I kiss her!
And oh, how I should miss her
If she were taken from me! Oh how I should grieve and fret!
My little brother, Charley, says my dolly is “a muff,”
And he calls her other horrid names—though that is bad enough;
And though he’s very clever,
I never, no, I never
Let him handle her or dandle her for boys, you know, are rough.
