Such a wonderful plaything never was known!
Like a real live dolly, and all for their own!
Two happier children could nowhere be found,
No, not if you travelled the whole world around.
They had drawn her this morning where daisies
grew—
White daisies, all shining and dripping with dew;
Long wreaths of the daisies, and chains, they had
made;
In the baby's lap these wreaths they had laid,