Miss Polly had a Dolly that was sick, sick, sick,

She called for the doctor to come quick, quick,

The doctor came running just as fast as he could,

“Your doll’s got a problem – its head’s made of wood.”

Polly looked at the doctor and she said,

“Should I put poor Dolly to bed?“,

“It’s too late“, said the doctor “She’s turning to dust,

Cause she has termites in her crust.” 

Holly wept and wailed, threw a tantrum and howled,

Mummy got cross and Daddy growled,

“It’s too late to feel sorrow, sadness and pain,

“‘Twas you who left Dolly to soak in the rain”.