Doll-y

When the post arrives,
You get a surprise.
What could it be
But a doll-y.

You open the parcel,
Fresh from customs marshals,
And what do you see?
It's a doll-y.

While cats play with paper,
They canter and caper,
You play with glee,
With your doll-y.

A wish come fulfilled,
And you're more than thrilled,
'Cause You've got Little Fee,
Your own doll-y.