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!

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.

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.

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.

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

He smiles