Dr Dollfix

 Doctor Dollfix-name on shingle-
 Next-door neighbor to Kris Kringle.
Come with me, it isn't far;
Up one flight, and there you are.
Rap, tap, tap, and in we go;
Dozens of dollies in a row;
Waxen faces, queer and flaky,
 Heads off, legs off, noses shaky.
 In pops the doctor, rosy and round,
Like a peach, red-ripe and sound.
How his dimples overrun
With their merriment and fun!
Quick as a flash he stirs his pegs,
Sews on heads, and arms and legs;
Glue and saw-dust he'll dispense;
Why, his practice is immense!
Dolls will tumble down the stairs;
Some get sat on unawares;
Some should be kept in a drier place
Others melt before the fireplace.
 But the doctor, in their places,
Tends to all the various cases;
Paints dull cheeks as red as roses,
 Bridges over broken noses.
The bitterest dose that he can make,
The dollies don't refuse to take.
A patient who can hardly toddle,
Of patience is a perfect model.
Don't forget to call him in
When your dolls grow weak and thin.
Doctor Dollfix-name on shingle
Next-door neighbor to Kris Kringle.

-George Cooper