She was hiding down in a corner
With the house mice and feeling so lonely,
Making certain no one could see her,
The poor little ugly dolly.
She had only one arm at her side
And her face was all covered with dust.
So forgotten she sat there and cried.
But her teardrops turned into rust.

- Little dolly, don't cry, - said the mouse. -
Oh, what nonsense by golly!
You're loved in this house.
Yes, it's true you were left all alone here,
But life is worth living,
So wipe off that frown.
Your real friends are here by your side,
The washboard and sweeper,
The sponge and the mop,
The broom and the duster all love you a lot,
The spider and even the old suitcase too.
They love you, dear dolly,
And I love you too.

- Little dolly, don't cry, - said the mouse. -
Oh, what nonsense by golly!
You're loved in this house.
Yes, it's true you were left all alone here,
But life is worth living.
So wipe off that frown.
Your real friends are here by your side,
The washboard and sweeper,
The sponge and the mop,
The broom and the duster all love you a lot,
The spider and even the old suitcase too.
They love you, dear dolly,
And I love you too.