A girl in a blue dress sits upon a rug on the floor, speaking to her doll. Her index finger is wagging, as if to emphasize her points.
Hush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry,
And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by;
Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart,
Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart.