Robert.
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Robert sits up with his rattle and toys, Making a beautiful jingling noise. So little he is, he doesn’t yet know Which is the way that his hands ought to go. Robert’s a darling, and Robert’s a dear, He is so cunning, and he is so queer, Tries to eat fingers, and talks to the light, Doesn’t quite know the day from the night. Rattles, and spool-chains, and round rubber rings, Kissings and jumpings, and such kind of things, Laughing, and cooing, and kicking his toes, This is about all that baby Rob knows. Bobbity-bobbity goes Robert’s head, When mama carries him off to his bed. Google-goo-goo—that is all he can say, He’ll know just as much as you some day.