This dear little goose of a girlie,—
Who ever had notions like hers!
“If I lived in an evergreen forest,
I’d never be cold!” she avers.
And how could that happen my dearest?
“Why ’cause.” her reply is the clearest—
“I’d go to the fir-tree that’s nearest,
And buy me a nice set of furs!”
Who ever had notions like hers!
“If I lived in an evergreen forest,
I’d never be cold!” she avers.
And how could that happen my dearest?
“Why ’cause.” her reply is the clearest—
“I’d go to the fir-tree that’s nearest,
And buy me a nice set of furs!”
By Last Year’s Christmas Dolly
On, dear! I ’m in such trouble I don’t know what to say!
I heard somebody talking of a Christmas doll to-day!
I ’m quite upset about it, for if Santa Claus should bring
Another doll to our house, 't would be a dreadful thing!
I ’m certain no one wants her, and I don’t see any need,
For I am just a Christmas doll myself—I am indeed!
I heard somebody talking of a Christmas doll to-day!
I ’m quite upset about it, for if Santa Claus should bring
Another doll to our house, 't would be a dreadful thing!
I ’m certain no one wants her, and I don’t see any need,
For I am just a Christmas doll myself—I am indeed!
Perhaps you don’t believe it, but I know it cannot be
A year since I was hanging on a lovely Christmas tree,
And I ’m sure I ’m still a treasure for any little girl—
Though my nose is somewhat patted and my hair is out of curl;
My broken arm ’s been mended, and the eye that ’s left, you know,
Is just as blue and smiling as it was a year ago!
A year since I was hanging on a lovely Christmas tree,
And I ’m sure I ’m still a treasure for any little girl—
Though my nose is somewhat patted and my hair is out of curl;
My broken arm ’s been mended, and the eye that ’s left, you know,
Is just as blue and smiling as it was a year ago!
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