I remember just how it was that da
[00:13.95]the first hint of spring floated across the rive
[00:31.37]mixing with the coal smoke from the factorie
[00:47.07]As I turned the corner on my way to wor
[01:01.13]and came to the toy stor
[01:11.31]I thought of the collection of toys in the dusty windo
[01:28.97]and I remembered the approaching birthday of a small niece of min
[01:52.33]to whom I was in the habit of sending modest gift
[02:10.85]Therefore,I stopped and examined the window
[02:29.00]to see if there might be anything appropriat
[02:45.22]and looked at the confusing collection of unattractive objec
[03:06.33]-a red toy fire engin
[03:16.49]some lead soldier
[03:22.84]cheap baseball
[03:30.47]bottles of ink and pen
[03:39.64]And thus it was that my ey
[03:50.32]finally came to rest upon the doll in one corne
[04:07.48]a doll with the strangest ,
[04:18.64]most charming expression on her face |