The sunflowers hang their heavy heads
And wish the sun would shine;
The clouds are grey; the wind is cold.
"Where is that doll of mine?
The dark is coming fast," said she.
"I'm in a dreadful fright.
I don't know where I left my doll,
And she'll be out all night
"Twice up and down the garden-walks
I looked; but she's not there,
Oh! yes, I've hunted in the hay;
I've hunted everywhere.
I must have left her out of doors,
But she is not in sight.
No Dolly in the summer-house,
And she'll be out all night.
"The dew will wet her through and through
And spoil her dear best dress;
And she will wonder where I am
And be in such distress;
The dogs may find her in the grass,
And bark or even bite;
And all the bats will frighten her
That fly about at night.
"I've not been down into the woods
Or by the brook to-day.
I'm sure I had her in my arms
When I came out to play,
Just after dinner; then I know,
I watched Tom make his kite.
Will anybody steal my doll
If she stays out all night.
"I wonder where Papa has gone?
Why, here he comes; and see
He's bringing something in his hand;
That's Dolly certainly!
And so you found her in the chaise,
And brought her home all right?
I'll take her to the baby-house.
I'm glad she's home tonight."