She carries on with the other toys,
She’s extravagant and vain;
No wonder,” he said, “that I’m sorry I wed
And long to be single again.”
“It’s all very well,” said another voice,
“But he’s just as bad as me,
And he needn’t have wed, for I had my choice
Of many as good as he.”
And a waxen doll, in a dress of blue
That was rather the worse for wear,