I’m A Doll

I’m a doll soft and cute;

I can’t sing, I can’t play the flute,

I can’t walk, I can’t dance;

Through the living room, I glance.

               

The puppy comes and nibbles me,

It bites and pulls and barks on me;

It sometimes tries to play with me,

But with no response it goes away.

                                                

The little girl combs my hair

And dresses me up with much care;

She hugs me and cuddles;

With me she blows bubbles.

Everybody loves to play with me:

The puppy, the girl; don’t you see?

Can you guess why I’m loved so?

It’s because I’m a doll soft and cute.