The Doll in the shop

That doll in the shop,
Will she hop to my bid?
Will she nod when I pull a string?
Or talk & parrot everything I think?
Nah! not that one she's got too much brain!

That doll in the shop,
Can she cook?
Can she dance or sing?
Take care of my parents, guests &
and the kitchen sink?
Not, that one - she's a career girl!

The doll in the shop,
Has she glowing cheeks?
Hair like silk?
Is she always smiling?
Not that one- she's too tall ,
too short, too fat, to thin!

Haven

Give me the azure skies above me,
The sienna earth below.

Emerald forests around me,
A land where gentle grasses grow,
Flows a river, of melted snow.
The mountains hewn, sharpened by the rough wind,
The gift of a child's smile pure, unbid.

Give me the azure sky above me,
The sienna earth below,
My earth, my nirvana, my haven.