My dolly's called Jemima,

she believes in fairy tales.

She comforts me on scary nights

after Mummy's put out the lights.

when I see things on the bedroom door,

hear sounds through cracks beneath the floor. 

 

Jemima tells me it's quite alright,

these are things that happen in the night.

My Mummy seems quite scared as well

at things that upset her in the world;

she says you can't trust anyone,

but I trust Jemima with her stary eyes. 

 

She sees into my heart you see,

I love her and she loves me.

I don't think Mummy likes Jemima,

she says that i'm too old for dolls.

I wish she could find someone to love

to take the place of where Daddy was. 

 

Jemima says that life's a test,

she always seems to know what's best.