And worth a thousand! Indeed it is;
And has a way—you need not stare—
Of combing and braiding its own back hair!
“Mine is one of the kind to love,
And wears a shawl and a soft kid glove;
Has the merriest eyes and the daintiest foot,
And sports the charmingest gaiter-boot,
And a bonnet with feathers, and ribbons, and loops,
With any infinite number of hoops.
“None of your patent machines for me,