My name is Lotus Flower I came from far Japan. Just look at my kimono And my flirtatious fan.
I’ll tell of cherry blossoms, Of feasts of long ago, Of temple bells a-ringing. Where paper lanterns glow.
I’ll bow to you politely And drink a lot of tea. I’ll honorably serve you, So, please, I beg, take me.
I’m Huldah from Holland, With stout wooden shoes, Most any wise child Would a Dutch dolly choose.
I never get dirty I smile as I play I know you’ll soon love me, So take me today.
My name is Laughing Water, And your papoose I’ll be Just hang my deerskin cradle To sway in any tree.
Build me a little wigwam Where I may sleep at night, And sing me Indian lullabies When stars are shining bright.
You never need be careful But leave me in the sun. My wax is very solid, My colors never run.
I’m a hardy Eskimo From the land of ice and snow What a lovely doll I’d be In the winter, don’t you see?
Cuddle me beneath your arm, And my fur will keep you warm. In the snow drifts we will play With rosy cheeks and voices gay.
_All dolls sing—Air: COMIN’ THRU THE RYE._
If a girlie needs a dollie Made for fun and play, If the dollie must be lovely Girlie, look this way.
Every girlie needs a dollie, None you say have you, So smile on me, my pretty maid, Oh, don’t you think I’ll do?
I’ve a nature kind and loving, Very seldom cry, Never frowning, always smiling, Do not pass me by.
When a girlie needs a dollie Why the search delay? Here am I all ready, waiting, Choose me now, today.
My name is Mary Alice, And I’m old as old can be. My paint’s washed off, my head is cracked, No little girl wants me.
My hair was once in golden curls And now it hangs forlorn, My eyes are dim from crying, My pretty dress is torn.
I only came to see the rest. Of course I did not dream That any child could care for me, So shabby now I seem. [_Weeps._]
Oh, Mary Alice, please don’t cry. I want you, I choose _you_. I’ll love you much, much better Than these dainty dolls so new. They’ll find a home at once, I’m sure, But you, my dear, need me.
[_To audience_] I’ve made a wise selection
I’m sure you all agree. For after all old friends are best, Friends that are tried and true. And so from all the Dolls Parade Dear Mary Alice, I choose you.