See, this is my Christmas dolly,
Two weeks ago she came;
And, oh! the trouble I have had
To find a pretty name.
At first I thought of Marguerite--
A French name, meaning "pearl"--
But Nellie said, "Oh! that's too stiff
For such a graceful girl."
And then I mentioned, one by one,
Susanna, Ruth, and Poll,
"But they are too old-fashioned names
Said Nell, "to suit your doll."
So the next day I got a great big book,
And searched it through and through,
Then shook my head and sadly said:
"There's not one name will do."
My brother Tom was sitting near,
He raised his eyes and smiled;
"Why, Pussy dear," he kindly said,
"Suppose I name your child."
"Oh! will you Brother Tom?" I cried,
And then I hugged him, so; (hugging her doll.)
"We'll play you are the parson
That christens folks, you know."
So then, he took her in his arms
And solemnly and slow
He said: "This baby's name shall be
Miss Josephine, or Jo."
And there, before I knew it,
My baby had a name;
And what I like about it, is,
That mine is just the same.