Little am I dear
To be needing you.
With child's pair of eyes
Stared helpless up to.
A doll; a toy bear
In his smart outfit
Who craves be picked up;
On warm lap to sit.
This small am I love
This frail, feeble made
Cracks up, comes apart
If not thus care-lade.
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