Suzy, Fair Suzy SUZY AND HER DOLLY by Hugh Aaron On a cool summer eve When the sun was still dying And the birds had stopped flying Through the boughs of the trees, Came a cry from fair Suzy, "Mommy, where is my dolly? She is not in my bed." "Did you hear what she said?" Said her Daddy to Mommy, "The dolly, it seems, Is not in her bed." To her room went her mommy With a soft pitter-patter, And the darkness did scatter As she turned on the light. "Fair Suzy," she said, "Dear, what is the matter?" "Mommy, where is my dolly? She is not in my bed." Like a cloudburst in August Suzy's brown eyes did shed A million and one tears At what she'd just said. Among doggies and kitties And teddys that slept Our Suzy, fair Suzy Stood there and wept. Mommy searched for the dolly; She searched everywhere. Oh Suzy, poor Suzy, What dolly would dare Forget how you loved her? Dear, it is not fair. On a cool summer night When the moon arose steep And the birds were asleep In the boughs of the trees, Her Mommy called Daddy, "Oh, Daddy, oh Daddy, Come look for the dolly. She is not in the bed." So Daddy did enter Her room all aglitter By now from three lights. And Suzy did laugh, For no one was fitter Than Daddy to give His Suzy delight. << Back