Didy Doll - Habbakuk 3:3

I made a doll from rags and straw that looked a lot like me..
I breathed the breath of Life in her, and then I set her free.
"Who are you?", she asked me, and "What am I to you?"
She had so many questions I was really in a stew.

She didn't know -- How could she? So I patiently explained,
She asked me where I came from, and I told her Brunswick, Maine.

She was doing lots of thinking, and I didn't want her drinking
'Cause changing diapers wasn't on my mind...
She didn't know from eating, so my answers were deleting of
delicious ways the body could be dined.

She only knew from talking -- very little about walking,
To speak of sex would not make sense to her...
It wouldn't be aberrant, 'cause she didn't know from parent...
I began to be quite sorry I'd created such a stir.

She didn't know -- How could she? So I patiently explained,
She asked me where I came from, and I told her Brunswick, Maine.
"Where is that?" she asked me, knowing nothing of our land,
I'd have to start at The Beginning, to make her understand.