And could’nt tell where to find her,
Till she came home both lame and blind,
With never a tail behind her.
I had a little doll, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed up the dishes, and kept the house clean.
She went to the mill, to fetch me some flour,
And always got it home, in less than an hour.
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire, and told me a tale.
If all the world were apple pie,