The earthen money-jug sat on the shelf,
Fat with pennies, and round and red;
“You shall marry the little china doll
When you are full,” the old rag-mother said.
“Only a few more pennies,” said he,
“Will fill me as full as I can be.”
The poor little china doll below
Sat in the doll-house, very sad,
For she did not want to marry the jug,
In spite of the pennies and dimes he had;
And she would not look at the nursery shelf,
Where he sat in his pride and puffed himself.
“Two more days and it 's Christmas Day;
I shall be quite full by then, I know,”
Said the money-jug; but sadder still
Was the little doll in the house below.