The Two Babies.
Reading edition
What is this pretty little thing,
That nurse so carefully doth bring
And round its head her apron fling?
A baby!
Oh! dear, how very soft its cheek:
Why, nurse, I cannot make it speak,
And it can’t walk, it is so weak,
Poor baby.
Here, take a bit, you little dear,
I’ve got some cake and sweetmeats here:
’Tis very nice, you need not fear,
You baby.
Oh! I’m afraid that it will die,
Why can’t it eat as well as I,
And jump and talk? Do let it try,
Poor baby.
Why, you were once a baby too,
And could not jump, as now you do,
But good mamma took care of you,
Like baby.
And then she taught your pretty feet
To pat along the carpet neat,
And call’d papa to come and meet
His baby.
Oh! good mamma, to take such care,
And no kind pains and trouble spare,
To feed and nurse you, when you were
A baby.