A dreamer who danced out of folly
Once carved a small boat for her dolly.
Though the craft was quite frail,
It survived every gale,
And her pride grew so merry and jolly.
She kept notes of each voyage to tally—
Every splash, every drift, every valley.
When the doll took a dip,
She recorded each slip,
And declared it the grandest finale.

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