1. “It’s teatime and all the dolls are at the table. Listen. It’s that simple.”
2. “A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.”
3. A Lost Doll
The sunflowers hang their heavy heads
And wish the sun would shine;
The clouds are gray, the wind is cold.
“Where is that doll of mine?
The dark is coming fast,” said she.
“I’m in a dreadful fright.
I don’t know where I left my doll,
And she’ll be out all night.
“Twice up and down the garden-walks
I looked; but she’s not there.
Oh! yes, I’ve hunted in the hay;
I’ve hunted everywhere.
I must have left her out of doors;
But she is not in sight.
No dolly in the summer-house,
And she’ll be out all night.
“The dew will wet her through and through
And spoil her dear best dress;
And she will wonder where I am
And be in such distress!
The dogs may find her in the grass,
And bark or even bite;
And all the bugs will frighten her
That fly about at night.
“I’ve not been down into the woods
Or by the brook to-day.
I’m sure I had her in my arms
When I came out to play,
Just after dinner; then, I know,
I watched Tom make his kite.
Will anybody steal my doll
If she stays out all night?
“I wonder where Papa has gone?
Why, here he comes; and see!
He’s bringing something in his hand.
That’s Dolly, certainly!
And so you found her in the chaise,
And brought her home all right?
I’ll take her to the baby-house.
I’m glad she’s home to-night.”
Sarah O. Jewett
4. The Rag Doll and The Teddy Bear
Once upon a time
Through a door just down the hall
In a dark, forgotten corner
Of the playroom was a doll.
She was only made of cloth,
A rather simple work of art,
But you could see where someone
Had embroidered her a heart.
It had faded from neglect
And being lonely through the years,
And she couldn’t even cry
Because she hadn’t any tears.
But then one day as she lay cold
And silent on the floor,
A teddy bear was tossed in
Through the squeaky playroom door.
As she watched him, he got to his feet
And slowly walked her way;
And her little red embroidered heart
Came to life that day.
He gently picked her up,
And as he held her in his arms,
He noticed a faint heartbeat
And certain rag doll charms.
So he took some thread and stitched
A pretty twinkle in her eye
And fixed her sewed-on smile
Which had long-since gone awry.
He brushed away the dust
And cobwebs from her dress
Then taught her about love
In his fuzzy warm caress.
Those two have stayed together
Since that day so long ago;
And when he looks at her today,
He would hardly even know
That his happy little rag doll,
So content and satisfied,
Was the same one he had found
Cast so carelessly aside.
5. My Sister’s Dolls
My sister thinks her dolls look best
when dressed in pinks and reds.
I think my sister’s dolls look best
when they have no heads.
6. “Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child’s loss of a doll and a king’s loss of a crown are events of the same size”
7. Dear Little Dorothy Dimple
I’ve broken my doll and I’m feeling so sorry,
Oh! dear! I don’t know what to do.
I let Susie Smith have her just for a moment
To try on her new satin shoes
And I know that she bump’d her or squeez’d her too tightly
She shan’t have my doll any more.
For altho’ I dropped her she fell very lightly
her head went all over the floor.
Dear little Dorothy Dimple
I’m as sorry as sorry can be
For your eyes had the cunningest twinkle
And you were so dear to me.
Perhaps I shall get me another
But Dorothy dear, don’t you care
For I never could love her as I do love you.
My Dorothy Dimple Dear.
My dear little doll always did as I told her,
She never was cross or was bad.
And once, when she got a bad bump on her shoulder
Took medicine just when I said.
But I’m sure now her poor little heart must be broken
Altho’ to be careful I tried.
Do you think she knows I am sorry now
even if she is all sawdust inside?
L. Leo LaZelle
8. The Clockwork Doll
I have a lovely clockwork doll,
That winds up with a key
And when she’s wound, she walks along
As stately as can be.
The other toys all envy her
And watch her as she goes
They wish that they had winding keys
And dainty clockwork toes.
One fault she has – she walks too fast
And though I shout – Take care
She spills her eggs, and knocks her head
Against the nursery Chair.
9. Miss Polly Had A Dolly – A Clapping Rhyme
Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick.
So she phoned for the doctor to be quick, quick, quick.
The doctor came with his bag and hat,
And knocked at the door with a rat tat tat.
He looked at the dolly and shook his head,
And said “Miss Polly put her straight to bed.”
He wrote a pad for a pill, pill, pill.
I’ll be back in the morning with my bill, bill, bill.
10. What Polly Found In Her Stocking
With the first pale glimmer,
Of the morning red,
Polly woke delighted
And flew out of bed.
To the door she hurried,
Never stopped for clothes,
Though Jack Frost’s cold fingers
Nipt her little toes.
There it hung! the stocking,
Long and blue and full;
Down it quickly tumbled
With a hasty pull.
Back she capered, laughing,
Happy little Polly;
For from out the stocking
Stared a splendid dolly!
Next, what most she wanted,
In a golden nut,
With a shining thimble,
Scissors that would cut.
Then a book all pictures,
“Children in the Wood.”
And some scarlet mittens
Like her scarlet hood.
Next a charming jump-rope,
New and white and strong;
(Little Polly’s stocking
Though small was very long,)
In the heel she fumbled,
“Something soft and warm,”
A rainbow ball of worsted
Which could do no harm.
In the foot came bon-bons,
In the toe a ring,
And some seeds of mignonette
Ready for the spring.
There she sat at daylight
Hugging close dear dolly;
Eating, looking, laughing,
Happy little Polly!
11. The Lost Doll
I once had a sweet little doll, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world;
Her cheeks were so red and white, dears,
And her hair was so charmingly curled.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;
And I cried for her more than a week, dears,
But I never could find where she lay.
I found my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;
Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair not the least bit curled;
Yet for old sake’s sake, she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.
Dolls, dolls, they’re everywhere,
They’re on the counter,
They’re in the chair.
They’re in the closet
Up high on the shelf,
There’s even one I think is an elf.
There are dolls in the bedroom
And dolls in the hall
And pictures of dolls that hang on the wall
There are tall dolls
And small dolls
And all sizes in between.
There are blonde dolls
And brunette dolls
And some with ankles green.
There are girl dolls
And boy dolls
And some that you just can’t tell.
But based on the way
That these dolls are dressed
I’m sure that it’s just as well.
There are delicate dolls
And sturdy dolls
And some dolls with falling hair.
There are nude dolls
And lewd dolls
(But those are very rare).
There are ugly dolls
And pretty dolls
And one with a sock on its head.
The way that they turn up
All over the place
I’m afraid to just lie down in bed.
There are formal dolls
And casual dolls
And one that’s dressed as a prince.
There’s one with new duds
All covered with suds
That’s surely in need of a rinse.
There are dolls partly dressed
Who seem to be stressed
And one doll that’s just wearing socks.
And just when you think
She’s got all there is
Another one arrives in a box.
There are Sasha dolls
And Ginny dolls
And I’m sure there are several Mary’s.
But just when I’ve grown
Used to it all,
My God! She’s now buying faeries!
But with dolls everywhere
In the home that we share
Each day is more than alright.
Since the best doll all the while
Is the one with the smile
That I get to sleep next to each night.
13. JUST ONE DOLL
If you could only keep one doll
Of all the dolls you own,
If only one doll would become
The last doll in your home,
Which doll would you give favor to,
Which one would your heart choose?
Would it be the prettiest,
Or the oldest and most used?
Or would it be the doll you got
As a little girl,
The one with teeth and big,brown eyes
And long,dark tendrilled curls?
Or would it be the homely one
That set you back a bit,
The doll whose straw is breaking through
Her legs,where seams are split?
Or would it be that German doll
With soulful eyes of blue,
Born at the turn of the century
And born to be with you?
The doll you found at that estate,
Forced to liquidate,
By events beyond control,
The one you couldn’t wait
To carry home,to treasure,own,
The one with flaxen curls,
The doll your heart had longed for so,
In vain,when just a little girl?
Or would it be the little boy
From 80 years ago,
From your dear Aunt,the one you can’t
Ever wait to show
To company?…Or would it be
The rubber baby doll
Your children played with years ago?
Why can’t you keep them all?
You look at each and everyone,
Some,gifts from those you love,
And your sad heart cannot decide
Which one to place above
The rest of them…Each one has been
So special to your heart;
But the time to let them go
Has come and you must part
With all but one…It must be done
Before the day is through;
I wonder which doll you would pick
From dolls so dear to you?