The Little Mother by Unknown Author - poem

I know a little mother;
She's only six years old,
With eyes the blue of azure,
And hair like rings of gold.

She laughs and plays and chatters
From morning until night,
And sings like any linnet,
To everyone's delight.

Her dolls are without number,
Of every hue and size:
And some look very stupid,
And some look very wise.