Dolls' wardrobe. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
I bought a doll with long, blonde hair
A comb, blue eyes, a tiny nose
Then found it pretty clothes to wear
A turquoise wardrobe housed the clothes
Silver tiaras, scarves and hats
Hidden in drawers in the box
High heeled shoes, sandals, baseball caps
Small mittens, hangers, little socks
Sparkling lace tops, fancy long skirts
Children can spend hours sorting clothes
Red white and blue shorts matched tee shirts
As granny busy with meals knows
She's the grandchild who I adore
But when she left I'm shocked to find
Dolls clothes scattered on the floor
No use pretending I don't mind
At four years old she understands
You put your bricks back in the box
No-one else touches it, 'It's MINE!'
You fight the world with keys in locks
Next time she comes around to play
I'll set my watch to give a warning
Before you leave, tidy away
So enlightenment is dawning
Remember Cinderella's shoe
The moral's clear to me and you
That rushing off will never do
An old adaage which is still true.
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