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.

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!"

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.

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 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.