Hear the Ballad of Alice below 👇 🎶
Alice was a spooky doll
Who only wished to play,
But sadly she was tucked up in
The attic, locked away.
And so one day she'd had enough
Of dark and dust and storage,
And walked down to the kitchen where
She made herself some porridge.
She stirred it with a silver spoon
And hummed a little ditty,
Her glass eyes shone so big and black,
Her bonnet neat and pretty.
The family heard a tinkle-thud
As she leapt from the table.
They searched and searched to find the source,
Yet none of them were able.
She laid there still and did not blink,
Her curls fell soft around her.
The daughter squealed with such delight,
Her mother shocked she'd found her.
“This doll was mine,” the mother said.
“I think I'd named her Alice.”
And so the child did take her then
And built her such a palace.
So now they play all day and night,
She's given tea and fed,
And any time she is forgot
She simply climbs in bed.
So if you hear a tinkle-thud
Past midnight in your home,
Remember Alice, for your dolls
Don't like to be alone.
Fantastic read. I love this!
Spectacular! 😍😍😍