The Sea-side Doll.

A poem by Richard Hunter

There's one doll for winter,
When ice comes and snow;
Another for spring time,
When primroses grow.

A dolly for dark nights,
To take into bed;
And one for the morning,
Till lessons are said.

But this is the dolly
To play on the sands,
You see both a pail and
A spade in her hands.

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