Living Doll
Like a living doll
Smiles at one and all
Legs straight out in her wheelchair
Greets you with a squeal
Hugs you a great deal
And you know that it’s not fair
At that you feel blessed
To have such a guest
And you’d like to treat her right
Make up for her pain
Sun instead of rain
Yet like her, accept her plight
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