Topsy
I have a black dolly named Topsy;
She's full of mischief, and sometimes saucy;
She'll take a pin from my toilet-table,
And stick it into her sister Mabel.
She'll eat up all the sugar-plums,
And then she'll ask me for more some.
She'll get into her mother's cupboard,
And eat the ginger-bread, every crumb up.
Her face is as black as her brother Jim;
Her hair is wool, and her hands and feet grim.
She's as fat as a little brown baby,
And she's always in mischief - there's no doubt of that.
But I love her, though she is so naughty,
She's such a funny and dear little Topsy.
And when I'm cross, she always can please me,
And make me forget how angry I've been.