BABY BOBBY.

I know a house so full of noise, You'd think a regiment of boys, From early morn till close of day, Were busy with their romping play. And yet, I'm ready to declare, There is but one small youngster there,— A little golden-headed chap, Who used to think his mother's lap The nicest place that e'er could be, Until he grew so big that he Was most a man, and learned what fun It is to shout and jump and run. This restless, noisy little elf Has learned, alas! to think himself Too old in mother's arms to sleep; Yet his blue eyes he cannot keep From hiding 'neath their lids so white; And, climbing to the sofa's height, He snuggles down, forgets his play, And into Dreamland sails away; And then it is that mamma knows Why the whole house so silent grows.