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Polly's patchwork -- oh, dear me! -- / Truly is a sight to see. / Rumpled, crumpled, soiled, and frayed -- / Will the quilt be ever made? / See the stitches yawning wide -- / Can it be that Polly _tried_?
Some are right and some are wrong, / Some too short and some too long, / Some too loose and some too tight; / Grimy smudges on the white, / And a tiny spot of red, / Where poor Polly's finger bled. / Strange such pretty, dainty blocks -- / Bits of Polly's summer frocks -- / Should have proved so hard to sew, / And the cause of so much woe!
One day it was _very_ hot, / And the thread got in a knot, / Drew the seam up in a heap -- / Polly calmly fell asleep. / Then she had a lovely dream; / Straight and even was the seam, / Pure and spotless was the white; / All the blocks were finished quite -- / Each joined to another one. / Lo, behold! the quilt was done, -- / Lined and quilted, -- and it seemed / To cover Polly as she dreamed!