Dolls are my real friends... They listen when i speak...
jester's Doll
Now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord my soul to keep... if i shall die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take...
The Jester's lovely Little Doll
My heart is not compact of flint nor steel,
Nor can i utter all our bitter grief
Let him tell the tale...
While i stand by and weep to hear him speak...
They cry when i weep... they join me with my grief...