"Yes, this is a song for the youngest children!" Aunt Marle said with certainty. "While I have nothing against it, I don't understand what this 'Dance, dance, my doll' thing means!
But little Amélie understands. She was only three years old, and she played with her dolls and brought them up to be as clever as Aunt Marle.
There was a student who often came to her house; he taught her brother his homework. He spoke many things to little Amélie and her dolls, and spoke them in a way that was different from all the others. The little girl thought he was very amusing, although her aunt said he didn't know how to talk to a child, and his little mind couldn't hold so much small talk. But little Amélie has the brains to fit in. She even memorized the song taught to her by her students: "Dance, dance, my doll!" She also sang it to her three dolls. Two were new: one was One is a boy, one is a girl; the third is an old one named Lisa. She also listens to this song, and she is even in the song.
Dance, dance, my doll!
Hey, girl, it’s her time to be beautiful!
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