MY LITTLE BROTHER.
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My baby brother's fat, as fat As any boy can be, And he is just the sweetest duck That ever you did see. I count the dimples in his hands A dozen times a-day, And often wonder when he coos What he would like to say. I comb the down upon his head— He hasn't any hair,— It must be cold without, and yet He never seems to care. It is so nice to see him kick, He has such pretty feet; I think if we might eat him up It would be quite a treat.