His padding was of sawdust,
The little Soldier-man
Who loved a light-haired lady Doll-
A maiden stuffed with bran.
Their little hostess never knew
That they had each a heart,
But lodged them in the baby-house
In corners far apart;
Till once, in curiosity,
She pierced the Soldier-man,
Ripped up the maiden Doll, and mixed
The sawdust with the bran.