With feathers growing at one end.
He took it home, “Look here,” said he,
“I cannot think what this can be!”
But, with a laugh says sister Moll,
“Why! Can't you see, That it's a doll?”
I wonder if he's jealous, says little Tommy Page,
As he holds his own sham bunnie against the rabbit's cage;
But father says he'll give to me another one some day,