The Plaint Of The New Doll

We dot a doll to our house; It tum on Trissmus day; It wuzn’t hangin’ on a tree; It tum some uzzer way; ’Ey wouldn’t let me play wiz it, ’Ey said ’at it might fall; En so it laid ’ere all day long En squall en squall en squall.

’E funniestes’ ’ittle sing, Espeshully fer a doll; En Mamma told me wen it tum It wuzn’t dressed at all; ’Ey only let me take one peek, I ast ’em if I tould ’Es press to see if it would squeak Like my own dolly would.

En ’en ’ey laughed en laughed en laughed, En wouldn’t tell me why; I dess tant ’magine why ’ey laughed, It ain’t no use t’ try; En how ’ey fussed en fussed en fussed En I dess almos’ all ’E uncles en ’e aunts I dot Tum in to see ’at doll.

En ’en ’ey laughed en Papa laughed ’Es like a silly boy; I never saw growed up folks make Such fuss about a toy. I dess I dot mos’ fifteen dolls, ’E nices’ ever wuz, En never tissed one half as much As my own Papa does.

I dess ’ey’ve everyone fordot ’At I’m ’eir little dirl; ’Ey haven’t changed my dress today, My hair’s all out of turl; ’Ey’s tandy on my face an’ hands, I don’t look nice at all, ’Ey’ve everyone fordotten me Fer dess a nasty doll!

I wis’ ’et I tould det it onct; I’d frow it all about, En knock it--so! En slap it--so! En shake its sawdust out; En ’en w’en ’ey saw how it looked I dess know ’ey’d all be Ez dlad ez tould be ’ess t’ have One little dirl--like me!