A little girl’s heart must be wide and deep,
To hold all the things that she likes to keep;
A curly-haired doll that holds out its hands
And walks and talks when occasion demands.
A bright colored bow, her favorite book,
A little toy stove that really will cook;
A gay, cheery song, to sing when she’s glad,
A corner to hide in, (when she’s been bad).
There is plenty of room for the girl next door
And the blue silk dress in the downtown store;
A soft fluffy kitten with playful charms
And a welcome spot in her mother’s arms.