The Lost Doll - Ld
A pretty little dolly lay inside a toy box.
Bright blue eyes this sweet doll had and long golden locks.
She was the favored doll of a child named Mary Sue,
the only human being to whom the doll was true.
A week had passed slowly - then two, then three, then four.
The doll lay sadly lonely as time passed more and more.
Oh where oh where is Mary Sue? Then into the doll’s mind
there came this thought: I must be lost and just too hard to find.
The sad and sweet small dolly didn’t have a clue
that Mary Sue liked boys now and that Mary knew
exactly where her little dolly lay,
for she was a big girl now. With dolls she did not play.
Mary later married and had a girl that seemed
the image of her mother. Mary never dreamed
her little doll lay missing her when she let her child comb
through the old toy box when they visited back home.
The little doll was startled by a familiar sound
and the look of Mary Sue’s face. Oh, joy, she had been found.
The doll believed the girl was Mary, not just Mary’s kin.
She also never ever guessed that lost she’d never been!
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