I. There were three little folks, and one was fair- Oh a rare little maid was she. Her eyes were as soft as the summer air, And blue as the summer sea. Her locks held the glint of the golden sun; And her smile shed the sweets of May; Her cheek was of cream and roses spun, And dimpled the livelong day. II. The second, well he was a rubber-doll, Who talked through a whistling hat. His speech ran over with folderol, But his jokes they were never flat. He squeaked and creaked with his heart care-free Such things as this tale will tell, But whether asleep or at work was he The little maid loved him well.