The new dolls’ house family has a mother, a father, a baby and two kids. 

There’s a dog made of wool with a red felt tongue. 

Put a quilt on the bed, the baby in the bath, la de dah. 

Mum in the kitchen, Dad in the lounge, la de dah. 

Put some tinsel on a small green sprig 

because it’s Christmas in the dolls’ house too.

Oh dear, Dad can’t stand up after all that beer.

The sister’s drowned the baby in the bath. 

The dog has bitten Mum. 

Mum has murdered Dad with a toothpick.

There’s blood on the stairs, 

and the little boy is sitting on his bed, 

his O of a mouth saying, “Oh.”

. . . . . .

This actually happened (years ago) in our daughter’s dolls’ house within its first few…