Baby’s Ride.

Oh, where do you think the baby is going On Nurse’s apron? Blanche calls it a sleigh And says, “We make believe it is snowing, And ride through the snow drifts away, away.” “We think, perhaps, we will go to Iceland, To see an iceberg or great white bear, We don’t know whether it is a nice land, We’ll let you know when we get there.” “There’s but one thing that we are afraid of, There is but one thing about which we care, For when you see what our sleigh is made of, You will know we’re afraid that it might tear.”