DOLLS
I have a baby sister,
I often think she’s cute,
The way she smiles and gurgles,
And bares her one front tooth.
One day she will grow up like me,
And I am nearly eight,
Then she and I can play with dolls.
We’ll take them out the gate.
We’ll push our strollers up and down
And we’ll go parading,
Just like little mothers,
With babies, promenading
