A little bisque doll and a little rag doll. And a dolly imported from Paris, France. They were all sitting one day on the shelf of a little toy store with a doll that could wind up and dance, all whilelooking at you with its deep brown eyes... when all of a sudden, the shopkeeper heard a scream that rang out through the store and this was the plaint of the little bisque doll... that made such an awful uproar... "I've got a pain in my sawdust, that's what's the matter with me..."
They took her away in a hospital van and the whole city was filled with the blues, for everyone thought it was quite an odd thing, and the papers all printed the news... The surgeons looked wise and they all shook their heads and asked her just where she was sick. "I think it's 'appendi-sawdust'!" - she exclaimed - "And won't you please do something quick? I'm in pain. I've got a pain in my sawdust, that's what's the matter with me. Something is wrong with my little inside... I'm just as sick as can be."
Oh, sad was the day for the little bisque doll... For they cut all her stitches away. And then they found the seat of the terrible ache. "'It was a delicate task" - they all said, "For none of the surgeons had ever before performed on a dolly's inside... and much less such a sweet bisque doll". They tried to re-stuff her but didn't know how... And this was her wail as she died:
"I've got a pain in my sawdust, that's what's the matter with me. Something is wrong with my little inside and I'm just as sick as can be. Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan. Someone else run for the medicine man. Everyone hurry as fast as you can because I've got a pain in my sawdust".
Se wailed and wailed, weaker and weaker, until her voice started fading away.
They never forgot the little bisque doll. She had a pain in her sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
Won't you please make it go away? Won't you pl...
They took her away in a hospital van and the whole city was filled with the blues, for everyone thought it was quite an odd thing, and the papers all printed the news... The surgeons looked wise and they all shook their heads and asked her just where she was sick. "I think it's 'appendi-sawdust'!" - she exclaimed - "And won't you please do something quick? I'm in pain. I've got a pain in my sawdust, that's what's the matter with me. Something is wrong with my little inside... I'm just as sick as can be."
Oh, sad was the day for the little bisque doll... For they cut all her stitches away. And then they found the seat of the terrible ache. "'It was a delicate task" - they all said, "For none of the surgeons had ever before performed on a dolly's inside... and much less such a sweet bisque doll". They tried to re-stuff her but didn't know how... And this was her wail as she died:
"I've got a pain in my sawdust, that's what's the matter with me. Something is wrong with my little inside and I'm just as sick as can be. Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan. Someone else run for the medicine man. Everyone hurry as fast as you can because I've got a pain in my sawdust".
Se wailed and wailed, weaker and weaker, until her voice started fading away.
They never forgot the little bisque doll. She had a pain in her sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
I've got a pain in my sawdust.
Won't you please make it go away? Won't you pl...
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