Baba, My Baby Doll

Baba, my living, baby doll
Cries all night and then won’t crawl.
She was my first baby doll
Given by my great grandma.

As happy as a baby,
Waiting to be fed
And always there
When it’s time to go to bed.

She flops like a baby.
That is why
She’s always there for me
when I cry.

As cute as a kitten,
As cuddly as a bear,
Wearing no mittens
and thinking it’s not fair

We help each other
With any sort of fight
Though she never, ever,
Ever seems to bite!