Glass Dolly

A little glass dolly
pretty as can be
Rosy cheeked and blonde haired
eyes as blue as the sea

what a pretty little dolly
her face is carefully set
she smiles a pretty smile
many compliments she gets

this little glass dolly
she's so hollow inside
there's nothing but air in there
no secrets does she hide

and what a pretty thing
every girl should aspire to be
a pretty glass dolly
with eyes blue like the sea

she sits on a shelf
way up high
next to a window where
in comes the sunlight from the sky

so precariously balanced
but she looks oh so secure
just another antique
resting by a china bowl for sugar

and in comes the running feet
of such an immature boy
he comes crashing by and she
comes crashing down, the breakable toy

lying in a pile of ruins
such a broken little mess
the boy hides her away
this dastardly deed he won't confess

he won't set her free
and so she must collect dust
poor broken little dolly
red lips begin to rust

such a sad ending
to such a promising start
and one has to wonder,
when she fell, did the dolly break her heart?