Publisher's Synopsis
Images are not included in this text. Show Excerpt 'Twas on a frosty Christmas Eve When Peggy Deutchland woke From her wooden sleep On the counter steep And to her neighbour spoke, "Get up! get up, dear Sarah Jane! Now strikes the midnight hour, When dolls and toys Taste human joys, And revel in their power. [Illustration] I long to try my limbs a bit, And you must walk with me; Our joints are good Though made of wood, And I pine for liberty. [Illustration] For twelve long months we've lain in here. But we don't care a fig; When wide awake It does not take Us long to dance a jig.
