The Adventures of two Dutch Dolls and a "Golliwogg"

'Twas on a frosty Christmas Eve

When Peggy Deutchland woke

From her wooden sleep

On the counter steep

And to her neighbour spoke,

"Get up! get up, dear Sarah Jane!

Now strikes the midnight hour,

When dolls and toys

Taste human joys,

And revel in their power.

I long to try my limbs a bit,

And you must walk with me;

Our joints are good

Though made of wood,

And I pine for liberty.

For twelve long months we've lain in here.

But we don't care a fig;

When wide awake

It does not take

Us long to dance a jig.

But who comes here across our path,

In gay attire bedight?

A little girl

With hair in curl,

And eyes so round and bright.

Good evening Miss, how fine you look,

Beside you I feel bare;

I must confess

I need a dress

If I would look as fair.