With battered eyes and broken nose,
With tattered ears and worn-out toes;
With one pulled-out and stringy arm
Where you have swung me to my harm,
I am the dolly you love best,
The doll that's dearer than the rest.
Your own old dolly
Whose smile is ever jolly,
Who never sighed or cried when you would fling her at the wall;
Your old, worn dolly,
Your best-loved dolly,—
The dolly that you always thought the fairest one of all.
I am the doll who heard you weep
Because she would not go to sleep;
I am the doll who helped you play
At going calling every day;
With frowsled hair, in tatters dressed;
I am the dolly you love best.
Your own old dolly
Whose smile is ever jolly,
Who never moaned or groaned when you would idly let her fall;
Your old, old dolly,
Your best, best dolly—
The dolly that you always thought the fairest one of all.
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"I am very happy here, indeed," said Lulu, "and I can't think of another thing to wish. I feel a little thirsty from eating so much cake."
The Queen smiled again. "There is no need to wish for a drink," said she, "for if you will only take a cup and step to the spring, I think you will find that it is made of very good lemonade."