The Parasol

You are the loveliest parasol             I ever saw, - and all my own, -         What frilly frills! I feel as tall         As mother now. Here! take my doll.             Dolls are for children - ladies grown         Have parasols, and fans, and rings,         And all those pretty, shiny things.         Nurse calls you "sunshade," but I think             That is too plain a word, for see!         You are so satiny and pink         And there is such a curly kink             Here in your handle, there could be         No name too fine, I love you so,         I'll take you everywhere I go.         Next Sunday when to church I walk,             Above my head I'll hold you high.         Oh! how the other girls will talk,         And maybe some of them will mock,             "How proud she feels," as I pass by -         I'd hold you up, straight down the aisle,         If only people wouldn't smile.