Two Years Old.
Reading edition
What shall we give to our baby? She is two years old to-day, She has learned to sing and prattle, To walk, to run, and to play; To kiss “good-night” and “good-morning,” To wave her hand to papa; To look for the stars in heaven, And the moon, “the stars’ mamma.” What shall we bring to our baby, Who has learned to be so wise? Roses, pink as her cheeks are; Blue ribbons to match her eyes; A pin to fasten her frock with, Set round with tiny pearls, No whiter than her teeth are, The gold like her burnished curls. A book all full of pictures— For she is a picture too, With stories of dear little babies Who have done as she will do; And last of all, a dolly Without a blemish or flaw, As nearly as possible like her As she is like her mamma.
