MOZZER bought a baby, 'Ittle bitsey sing; Sinks I mos' could put him Frou my yubber ying. Ain't he awful ugly? Ain't he awful pink? "Just come down from heaven" -- Yat's a fib, I sink. Doctor tol' anozzer Great big awful lie; Nose ain't out o' joint, zen, Yat ain't why I cry. Mamma stays up in bedroom -- Guess he makes her sick. Frow him in the gutter, Beat him wiz a stick. Cuddle him and love him! Call him "Blessed sing"! Don't care if my kite ain't Got a bit of string! Send me off with Bridget Every single day, -- "Be a good boy, Charley, Run away and play." Said "I ought to love him"! No, I won't! no zur! Nassy cryin' baby, Not got any hair. Got all my nice kisses, Got my place in bed, -- Mean to take my drumsticks And beat him on the head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRAYER OF AGASSIZ by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM by CHARLOTTE BRONTE AT ROMEO'S TOMB by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE LORDS' MASQUE: FINAL SONG by THOMAS CAMPION THE HILLS by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |