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The Zankiwank
stepped into the centre of a ring formed by her school-fellows, and recited to them this pathetic poem:—
The Unfortunate Doll.
O poor Dolly! O pitty sing!
An’ did um have a fall?
Some more tourt plaster I must bling
Or else oo’ll squeam and squall!
I never knew a doll like oo—
Oo must have been made yong;
I don’t fink oo were born twite new—
Oo never have been stwong!
An’ did um have a fall?
Some more tourt plaster I must bling
Or else oo’ll squeam and squall!
I never knew a doll like oo—
Oo must have been made yong;
I don’t fink oo were born twite new—
Oo never have been stwong!
I held oo to the fire one day
To make oose body warm;
And melted oose poor nose away—
And then oo lost oose form.
Yen some yude boy, to my surplise,
Said oo had dot a stwint;
And yen he painted both oose eyes
And wapped oo up in lint.
To make oose body warm;
And melted oose poor nose away—
And then oo lost oose form.
Yen some yude boy, to my surplise,
Said oo had dot a stwint;
And yen he painted both oose eyes
And wapped oo up in lint.
