Miss Honey Hair
Riding on her daddy’s shoulder
In her little yellow gingham dress,
The little doll with honey hair,
Wiggled and wiggled and danced.
Daddy couldn’t hold her still,
He let her down by his side,
Her rhythmic motions continued,
As the parade went marching by.
One band after another
Stirred this happy chortling child,
Clapping spectators gathered,
As she entertained with smiles.
Finally, the last bugle softened,
And Gingham’s little legs were tired,
The marchers wondered why that crowd
Danced for a honey-haired child.
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