Little Dorothy Dill was heard to say.
Then what did round old Santa do
But pop right in through the chimney flue,
And say to Miss Dorothy Dill Magee
“Just as you wish I will make it be:
And I’ll tell every one of your friends and mates
That Christmas, to you, is of many dates.”
So Dorothy Dill forgot to cry,
And mourned no more when the day passed by,
But went to bed to dream of all things,