BIG BOY AND LITTLE MAMMA.

Mamma, my dear, if a robber should come, A terrible robber, one might, you see, I'd frighten him off with my sword and drum, And you would be perfectly safe with me. And if you and I in a gloomy wood Should meet a bear as we walked some day, With my bow and arrows, like Robin Hood, I would drive the fierce old bear away. But now I am tired, and sleepy too, And I wish my mamma would lift me down. There's a laughing look in her eyes of blue, As they answer her boy's so big and brown. She feels on her lips his coaxing touch, She clasps him fast in her loving hold, And she murmurs, I'll never fear robber much, Unless he should steal this heart of gold.