Once upon a time, not too long ago,
There lived an old man by the name of Joe.
Joe made dolls of all shapes and sizes,
Some wore uotes and some wore disguises.
They ranged in colors from black to white,
And cane in sizes from heavy to light.
There are some that were smple & some could light up,
Some would talk and never shut up.
Each doll was different, not two were the same,
Every doll has its own name.
Roger resembled a star football player,
While Williams looked alot like the mayor.
Breta was short, a bit round and quite plain,
While Jenny was pretty and destined for fame.
Joe sold the doll in a small redbrick store,
12 hours a day people came through the door.
Folks bough the doll for kids, sisters and brothers,
Needless to say some sold better than others.
The boys like the ones,
That held knives and ray guns.
A doll with long hair and a long pluffy dress
Were the ones the girls liked best.
Some collected one of each kind,
Others had one special figure in mind.
One day a girl who was unlike the rest,
Came in to pick out the doll she liked best.
She walk randomly pick out a doll from the pile,
Keeping her eyes closed, she would hold it for a while.
Then ever so careful, she'd put that doll back,
And took up another doll from the rack.
Joe watched the girl as she held Annie, then Nick,
Secretly wondering which doll she could pic.
Then she picked up a doll, no-one handled before,
Not noticing the face and clothes it wore.
The doll had loose seems and was missing a leg,
And the clothes it wore were made out of rag.
The hair on the doll was the hair of a clown,
And th face of the doll bore an unpleasant frown.
The doll was about as worn out as they came,
It was the only doll that didn't have a name.
But as the girl held it, she knew without a doubt,
That this was the doll that she'd been dreaming about.
Joe rang up the doll and when he was done,
The total came to $3.71.
As she gave him the money and said "It's too bad,
The doll that i want has a face that's so sad."
"What made you pick her, she looks such a dread,
Why didn't you choose one with a smile instead?"
The girl looked up at Joe and said, "I just bet,
i know why this doll is upset"
She sat on the shelf being the best she could be,
But an ugly old doll was all people would see.
Since no-one hold her, they never found out,
Its not the outside but the inside that counts.
Joe was impressed by this little girl,
She's one of those people who see rock as pearl.
She was unlike the rest and what set her apart,
Was instead of her eyes, she saw with her heart.
