The doll looked at me I swear she did and then in the closet she crept and hid.
The doll looked at me I swear she did
and then in the closet she crept and hid.
I see her face as she peers out
making me, my sanity to doubt.
My daughter left her when she moved.
I told her the creature should be removed
but she forgot the other day
to take the wretched thing away.
I know the foul thing means me harm.
It's missing hair and its left arm.
Why my daughter doesn't see
her doll is always stalking me.
I am almost fifty years old
but it makes my heart grow cold
when the plaything starts to talk
I want to stuff her mouth with caulk.
My daughter thought it rather strange
when I carried the thing to the range
and placed the doll on to the fire
hoping the thing would expire.
I did not know until just last week
the dolly was made to walk and speak.
Now I feel bad that I disposed of her
and all that's left is plastic and fur.