She whipped her poor doll with a crabapple sprig;
But temper don’t last, and when it was past,
Poor Josephine Maud felt very downcast.
“Oh! Josephine Maud!” cried her mother, in sorrow,
“Now what will you do for a dolly tomorrow?”
“Dear! dear! I’m so sorry,” said poor Josephine:
And seldom since then has her temper been seen.
Tommy!
Tommy!