"Good morning, Mrs. Touzzlewitz,
How are you today?"
The little girl picked up her doll,
And hugged her straight-a-way.
Then she sat her dolly down,
In her little dolly chair,
"Now, Mrs. Touzzlewitz," she said,
"I'm going to cut your hair!"
The dolly's eyes grew very wide,
She stared, as if in shock,
Why, her biggest pride and joy
Had always been her curly locks. 
So then the child tied a towel
About her dolly's throat,
Just like in the beauty shops,
The way they do big folk.

She found her blunt-nosed scissors,
Which were fine for valentines,
So they'd probably work quite well
On a dolly's hair so fine.
One by one, the tiny curls
Fell softly to the floor,
The little girl cut off each lock,
Until there were no more.
"There, there." the child said
To soothe her dolly's pain,
Then, she kissed Mrs. Touzzlewitz,
And said, "I love you just the same."
Just then the child's mother
Walked by the opened door,
She saw poor Mrs. Touzzlewitz,
With her curls on the floor.

"Oh my goodness!" cried the mother,
As she grabbed her startled child,"
What have you done, you naughty girl?
Have you gone completely wild?"
With a tear stained face, the child spoke.
"Mama, you don't understand,
I want Mrs. Touzzlewitz to be
Just like Mary Anne."
Now, Mary Anne, the child's friend,
Was very ill indeed,
And the treatments which she'd had
Took her hair away, you see.
The child hurt for Mary Anne,
She wished to show her that she cared,
And she thought one way to do it
Was to cut her dolly's hair.

This would prove that Mrs. Touzzlewitz
Was as beautiful as ever,
And she didn't need her curly hair,
To show her beauty any better.
The little girl had planned to give
Mrs. Touzzlewitz to Mary Anne,
So the haircut was a vital part
Of her well intentioned plan.
"Mama, see Mrs. Touzzlewitz,
See her pretty face and eyes,
And, Mama, don't you think
She's still pretty down inside?"
Well, what could the Mother say?
And what could the Mother do?
She could only hug her child,
And say, "I am very proud of you."

So, Mrs. Touzzlewitz moved on
To the arms of Mary Anne,
Who thought she was the sweetest doll,
She'd ever held in her two hands.
Mary Anne loved Mrs. Touzzlewitz,
From the moment she had met her,
And it was at that point in time,
She started getting better.
And, too, the dolly looked like her,
Without a strand of hair,
And their two tiny, shiny heads
Made them an awesome pair.
What smiles for Mrs. Touzzlewitz,
And what laughs for Mary Anne,
When those two chose their wigs,
That's when their fun began. 

One day their hair was gray,
The next day it was brown,
Then they tried brunette and red,
But they had more fun as blondes.
Their hair was often straight as sticks,
Other times they had long curls,
Sometimes they wore fancy hats,
Like dressed-up little girls.
But if Mary Anne felt very ill,
The two of them would stay in bed,
And would cuddle up together,
Without a wig on either head.
Mrs. Touzzlewitz was such a joy,
And a blessing for Mary Anne,
Who depended on the little doll,
More than most could understand.

For she got vibes of courage
From the little doll that had no hair,
That wore a constant smile,
And bravely showed she didn't care.
While Mary Anne's grim sickness
Lasted better than a year,
Mrs. Touzzlewitz stayed with her,
To soothe her every pain and fear.
Then, by the grace of God,
And the miracles He performs,
Mary Anne recovered fully,
And was totally transformed.
Her hair grew back - thick and black,
And she became a healthy, little girl,
 Mrs. Touzzlewitz saw with joy,
Mary Anne's beautiful, new curls.

Then every night, when Mary Anne
Said her prayers and went to bed,
She reached for Mrs. Touzzlewitz,
And kissed her sweet bare head!
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright September 2004 ~ Revised March 2007





The midi is "Ring Around the Rosie"
played by our Margi Harrell.