The House on the Hill
The Doll
On the hill there's the house; in the house is the doll. The doll peers up to the ceiling from her box, her eyes seeing nothing. The little doll is lonely in her box, since no one lives in the house on the hill; no one's lived there for centuries. So there she lives, in the box in the house on the hill, on her own, with only spiders for friends. She's still there now, covered in dust.