TWO DOLLS

I remember two dolls,
Two dolls that weren’t mine,
The one was named Peter,
A boy doll so fine.

My friend had so many,
I wished they were mine,
And looked on with envy,
At dolls in a line.

I remember the one
Stored away in a box,
Her head lay detached
With blond curly locks.

Her face was so gentle,
Her clothing so fine,
Was sure I could fix her,
I wanted her mine.

My friend had so many,
But these I remember,
The pretty doll put away
And the boy doll named Peter.