We’re sent by good old Santa, and we’re glad as we can be,
Our little mothers love us well, but we’re not quite sure
Of the fate we’ll meet from children sweet, or the ills we must endure.
Rag Doll—
I’m the best loved of the dollies;
I’m the old Rag Doll, you see.
There’s no other doll who’s ever
Loved so much as I shall be.
All—
Oh, we all are the best-loved dollies;