The New Baby.
Reading edition
My very own little sister, Isn’t she bright, For such a mite? She is so wee, I wonder if she Would cry, and scream, if I kissed her. Say, will she break if I hold her? How queer that some day She’ll learn how to say, Twice two are four— And many things more— And go to school when she’s older. Fancy those tiny feet running. Isn’t it queer To think she is here? To think she will grow? I’d just like to know What does make babies so cunning.