[中文版本]
Made of cloth and string
A little brown darling
Smiling with glee
Her yellow hair swinging free.
Playing with a child
Days turn to weeks
Weeks turn to months
Months turn to years.
The child grows up,
But the little puppet still smiles,
Waiting for the children yet to come.
Ten years go by,
Brown turns to yellow.
Her yellow hair fades,
Her smiling face ruined.
One day, A child arrives,
Finds the little puppet.
Takes her home,
Shows her to mom,
Asks mom to mend her.
With a cheerful grin,
The little puppet’s life Begins anew.
