A Little Man

And now I’m going into “chowsers,”
To-morrow I shall be a man,
And leave my pinafores and frockses,
And leave my dollie
if I can.

To-morrow I must give my dollie,
Mother says, to baby Fan.
Oh! could I keep my doll,
I wonder,
If she wore “chowsers”
liKe a man?