Oh
Mr. Doctor won’t you come,
My dollie’s very sick;
And
if you want to save her life
You’ll have to hurry, quick.
“What
is the matter?” Oh dear suz!
I held her way up, so,
And
then she spilled upon the floor
And hurt her head, you know.
“Had
she a bump upon her head,
A bad one?” I should say;
It’s
just like any bump, except
It goes the other way.
Aug.
5, ‘06
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