I have a Poll parrot,
And Poll is my doll,
And my nurse is Polly,
And my sister Poll.
‘Polly!’ cried Polly,
‘Don't tear Polly, dolly’ -
While soft-hearted Poll
Trembled for the doll.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- Let Me Go
- I Am A King
- Hear What The Mournful Linnets Say
- Brownie, Brownie, Let Down Your Milk
- Child's Talk In April