A Domestic Tragedy
: Everyday Verses
: Boys And Girls Bookshelf
BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS
My doll, my doll, my Annabel,
She's really feeling far from well!
Her wig is gone, her eyes are out,
Her legs are left somewhere about,
Her arms were stolen by the pup,
The hens ate all her sawdust up,
So all that's really left of her
Is just her clothes and character.