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k, my sailor lad, The bravest, best, and nicest son A mother ever had. He wears a suit of navy blue-- I've brought him to the show Because he looks so very nice, He'll take the prize, I know. _Places it by doll No. 3, and sits down._ _Fifth Girl--a very small girl holding by the arm a large rag baby with a long dress._ My mamma's writing letters, And told me--"run away," And so I brought my dolly To the baby show, to-day. She isn't very pretty, But she's very nice, I think, Her eyes, and nose, and little mouth, My mamma made with ink. I love my Dolly, 'cause she's good-- She never never cries, So don't you think she'll be the one To carry off the prize? _Places her doll by doll No. 4, and takes a seat._ _Sixth Girl_ They mustn't crowd my baby out, Although she's black as night. I think she'll stand as good a chance As babies that are white. She's very neat, and nice, and clean, Her lips are cherry red, She wears a gay bandanna Tied round her curly head. She's a very handsome lady, And if the judge be wise, I do not have the slightest doubt That she will take the prize. _Places her doll by doll No. 5, and sits down._ _First Girl--to the girls_ Do not open your mouths, Nor shut your eyes! For here comes the judge To award the prize. _Seventh Girl--Enters carrying a wand. She views each doll in turn with critical eyes, then pointing to the first doll, says--_ Number one is very pretty, But I think she's rather tall. _Points to No. 2_ And this cunning little baby, Is a little bit too small. _No. 3_ Number three--a fine French lady, Too Frenchy is, I fear. _Points to No. 4_ And Master Jack, I like your looks, But I think you dress too queer. _No. 5_ And this old-fashioned baby doll, I guess lived in the ark; _No. 6_ No, no, Miss Dinah, no prize for you, Your skin is much too dark. _Then turning to the little girls, she continues:_ And now, dear anxious mothers, I find I can't decide Which doll shall have the premium, But I'll be satisfied If you'll call another meeting To-morrow afternoon, I need more time to settle this-- To-day is much too soon. So, mothers, now I give these babies Back to your loving care; And I thank you much for bringing them To our famou
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