Quiet my little dolly
Your screaming is folly
***** strings for hair
Button eyes stare
Dress of old cloths
Been eaten by moths
Stuffing leaking out of your tummy
Makes you look quite funny
Shoes nowhere to be seen
Must have floated upstream
Further up then the dolly did
When she was tossed by her kid
Now she cries everyday
Wanting someone to find her and play