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I once knew a girl, quite sad of face

Because, you see, she lacked the grace

That fine young ladies do possess,

Along with beauty and finesse.

With button eyes and ribbon hair

And wooden body, light and fair

They say she was fairer than a pearl,

Dear Coppice, the living puppet girl.