My name was first Samantha
In the days long, long ago.
My Ma Ma was a little girl
And Oh, I loved her so!
She clapped her hands and hugged me tight
When she found me underneath the tree
That frosty Christmas morning
In eighteen ninety three.
No dolly ever had such love.
Or knew a greater pride.
Ma Ma kept my clothes just so
And I was always at her side.
The happy days were soon to pass,
Ma Ma looked at me one day
And said "I've grown too old for dolls
I must put you away."

So for many years I never knew
The darkness from the night.
But one day I was awakened from my sleep
and brought out into the light.
The one who held me in her hands
Wore clothes so strange to see,
Her eyes were hard, he lips were stern.
I did not like her holding me.
""This must have been Grandma's doll,"
she cried,
"A real antique. How nice,
And in very good condition too,
She should bring a fancy price."

Now I have a new Ma Ma
She says I cost her dear,
But she never holds me in her arms,
Or says things I like to hear.
She puts me in a room of glass
With dolls all in a row,
And she has given me another name.
She calls me Bebe Bru.

My curls are brushed, my clothes are fine
and lots of people come to stare.
But there is no love light in their eyes,
No one to really care.
How I long for hugs and kisses
And a little girl with whom to play.
My new Ma Ma just comes and looks
And then she goes away.
If she knew I was just plain Samantha
and not Bebe Bru,
Do you suppose I would know the love again
I once knew long ago?!

~Author Unknown~

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