Hobert F. Herpin
My China Doll To Stacy
With outstretched arms she comes running to me.
Chattering and squealing, and so full of glee.
A bundle of love all wrapped in her charms.
A delight to hold all this in my arms.
This tiny doll of whom I speak
Makes me strong whenever I'm weak.
She makes me laugh, although I am sad.
Can't wait for the day she'll call me Granddad.
She darts here and there with never a care