Richard Hunter

Dolly's home's far away,
    Far away in Algiers,
On the African coast,
    She won't see it for years.

But she whispers at night,
    And her eyes fill with tears;
"How I wish--how I wish,
    I were back in Algiers!"

This is the long and
    The short of it too:
One dolly stood still,
    The other one grew.

She who is little
    Prefers to be tall;
Blackman the giant
    Would like to be small.

His dressing-gown's blue, and
    His girdle is red;
He wears a black cap
    On top of his head.

He carries a candle
    To give you a light,
In case you should ever
    Get up in the night.

There is a brown dolly
    Who has a guitar;
She plays on it always,
    Tra lal, tra lal la!

She has a new ditty
    For every day;
I wish you could hear it,
    Tra lal, tra lal lay!

Some dolls are ev'ry bit as good
    As little girls and boys;
They never pout or shake themselves,
    And never make a noise.

But other dollies make mistakes;
    Won't do as they are told;
Won't stand upright, or shut their eyes,
    However much you scold!

And then's the time for old Dame Crump
    To enter with her stick,
And make them mind their p's and q's;
    'Tis well if they are quick!

Dinah's cheeks are black as coal;
    Dinah's lips are red;
Dinah's eyes are bright, although
    Dinah's off to bed.

Dinah's bows are green and blue;
    Dinah's teeth are white;
Dinah's bottle's meant to feed
    Dinah in the night.

Here's Uncle Jujuba,
    Who has a sweet tooth;
He used to eat sugar-
    Cane oft in his youth,

In South Carolina,
    Where sugar-cane grows,
From which they make sugar,
    As everyone knows.

Little Yam Mango
    Has beautiful eyes,
Also the brightest
    Of scarlet neckties.

Little Yam Mango
    Will never go out;
Being so lazy,
    He's grown very stout.

He's always standing on his toes,
    And never on his heels;
He's always holding up his arms--
    I wonder how it feels.

Two balls are always in his hands,
    He never lets them drop;
He's always smiling just like this,
    And never seems to stop.

Mollie's frock is crimson,
    Her petticoat's of lace;
Mollie's hair is golden,
    And curls about her face.

Mollie's friends are many,
    She's off to visit one;
Mollie takes her sunshade,
    To keep away the sun.

Sing a song of Ping-pong,
    Fast away he ran:
"Come along," said Ping-pong,
    "Catch me if you can!"

Sing a song of Ping-pong,
    Racquet and a ball:
"Come along," said Ping-pong,
    "You can't run at all!"

When little dolls in Nurs'ry Street,
    Do anything that's wrong;
Throw stones, or knock each other down,
    Policeman comes along.

"Move on, move on," Policeman cries;
    Be sure they never fail;
For if they did not move at once,
    He'd take them off to jail.

This is Prince Charming,
    Whom often you meet,
Riding or walking
    In Nursery Street.

See the red feather
    He wears in his hat,
Always you know he's
    Prince Charming by that.

There is a queer dolly named Punch,
Who has a remarkable hunch.
            The tip of his nose
            Is red as a rose,
And that's how you know Mister Punch.

Saint Nicholas brings presents
    For little girls and boys;
Saint Nicholas brings dozens
    Of all the nicest toys.

Hang out your biggest stocking
    Before you go to sleep;
But if you hear him coming,
    You mustn't even peep.

He smiles throughout the morning,
    And all the afternoon;
He smiles whene'er the sun shines,
    And also at the moon.

He smiles upon the carpet,
    Or when you pick him up;
He smiles all through his dinner,
    And when he goes to sup.

There was a grand coachman,
    Who drove the Lord Mayor;
And never drove less than
    A carriage and pair.

He wore a red waistcoat,
    He carried a whip,
And when the boys saw him,
    They shouted "Hip! hip!"

There was a bold cowboy
    Came out of the west;
Of all the bold riders,
    This cowboy's the best.

The horse he brought with him
    Will not run away;
But stands by the side of
    His master all day.