My Doll
my doll is my great pride and joy
to protect from any boy.
I hold her tight
Willing to fight
because my doll depends on me
no matter what my age may be.
My doll looks neat
that’s quite a feat
because her clothes have busy stains
from playing in the rains.
With her I jest
and do my best
as she sits upon my knee
and we sit down for tea.
My doll is my great pride and joy
to protect from any boy.
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