Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, CRY BABY, CRY; DEDICATED TO STERLING A. WOOD, JR., by BELLE RICHARDSON HARRISON


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CRY BABY, CRY; DEDICATED TO STERLING A. WOOD, JR., by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: He's little cry baby from cry baby town
Last Line: The day is for play, but the night is for rest.
Subject(s): Babies; Tears; Infants


HE'S little Cry Baby from Cry Baby Town,
Mayhap you have heard of this place of renown,
Mayhap you're acquaint with the dwellers therein
Who keep up a noisy, continual din.

He's little Cry Baby from Cry Baby Town,
He lifts up his voice when the sun goes down,
You rock him and toss him, you cuddle and kiss,
But all your caressing is taken amiss.

He's little Cry Baby from Cry Baby Town,
He opens the ball with a fret and a frown;
The dancers are papa and mamma and nurse,
Who dance though they scold and declare him perverse.

He's little Cry Baby from Cry Baby Town,
The pink feet are weaving beneath a white gown.
The wee, chubby fists waving wildly about—
In terrible temper he raises a shout.

This little Cry Baby from Cry Baby Town,
Melodious melodies quickly can drown.
From squealing and squalling the tears swiftly chase
A-down his fat cheeks in a riotous race.

Yet little Cry Baby from Cry Baby Town,
Behaves like a saint till the sun goes down.
We list with delight to the googoo he sings,
An angel of light newly reft of his wings.

He watches the sunbeams that gaily flit in
And crows with delight when they sparkle and spin.
He tells you "bye bye." sweetly kisses his hand,
The smartest wee baby, that dwells in the land!

This little Cry Baby from Cry Baby Town,
Should close his blue eyes when the sun goes down,
Should nestle his head on a fond mother's breast,
The day is for play, but the night is for rest.





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