Jayne, I had such high hopes for this doll when I ordered it. The short video demonstration of it jumping, etc. was magical. I still can't believe what I got is what I ordered. It never even made it to the gift box. It's been tossed. Only the poetic directions remain.
The real poetry, of course, is in eye of the beholder of the toy. They live and breath poetry and we get to watch it play out. Grand-parenting is like an encore of the best parts of parenting.
Adrian, Whoah! if these lines are of any use to you, it would be to explain the unexplainable. The dismembered doll on your doorstep may be the doll I ordered. The whole world is out of whack. We are on our own. Same as it ever was