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O Lord, I pray Thee, here my dollies prayer, And teach them how to ask for what is right; But if it's going to give You extra care, Then You might skip My blessings for to-night. Please make them all more loving and polite; I pray Thee not to let their covers tar, But keep their sawdust stuffings out of sight, And please help Anne to grow a head of hair. I wish poor Bella's knees were made to bend, I truly am as sorry as can be, I hope that You won't mind, and that You'll send The blessings that each dolly asks of Thee. and, Lord, I pray that You will just pretend This is my dollies talking, 'Stead of me. |
