My favorite doll’s name is Ranella Balue
She is my loveliest toy
At this moment she and I are in great trouble
Because of her antics and ploys
Ranella is sitting on a shelf by a broken mirror
I have been vanquished to a chair
We sit staring at each other across the room
Pulling the springing curls from our hair
Scattered all around us are broken dishes
Staring from the hardwood floor
Mother’s finest, lying shattered in a million pieces
Because Ranella threw them at the door
Now, I do not understand this lovely doll of mine
How she could do such a thing
I even told Mother it was her fault not my own
As I was outside on my little swing
So here, I sit alone with my favorite doll
Ranella Balue is her name
In trouble once again for something I did not do
She laugh’s, enjoying the game
Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
My favorite doll’s name is Ranella Balue
She is my loveliest toy
At this moment she and I are in great trouble
Because of her antics and ploys
Ranella is sitting on a shelf by a broken mirror
I have been vanquished to a chair
We sit staring at each other across the room
Pulling the springing curls from our hair
Scattered all around us are broken dishes
Staring from the hardwood floor
Mother’s finest, lying shattered in a million pieces
Because Ranella threw them at the door
Now, I do not understand this lovely doll of mine
How she could do such a thing
I even told Mother it was her fault not my own
As I was outside on my little swing
So here, I sit alone with my favorite doll
Ranella Balue is her name
In trouble once again for something I did not do
She laugh’s, enjoying the game
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