But the oldest of all the dolls
That is an insult to us.
It was an accident.
Hearing him groan andstretch
Hither to our disgrace,
The man and the woman bring
Her husbandhas heard the wretch,
She murmurs into his ear,
Head upon shoulder leant:
Out-screams the whole shelf: Although
The doll-maker1swife is aware
Looks at the cradle and balls:
My dear, my dear, oh dear,
Who had seen, being kept for show,
The Dolls
A DOLL in the doll-makers house
Theres not a man can report
A noisy and filthy thing.
Evil of this place,
Generations of his sort,
And crouched by the arm of his chair,
