Tuggin' at your bottle, An' it's O, you're mighty sweet! Just a bunch of dimples From your top-knot to your feet, Lying there an' gooin' In the happiest sort o' way, Like a rosebud peekin' at me In the early hours o' day; Gloating over goodness That you know an' sense an' clutch, An' smilin' at your daddy, Who loves you, O, so much! Tuggin' at your bottle, As you nestle in your crib, With your daddy grinnin' at you 'Cause you've dribbled on your bib, An' you gurgle an' you chortle Like a brook in early Spring; An' you kick your pink feet gayly, An' I think you'd like to sing. All you wanted was your dinner, Daddy knew it too, you bet! An' the moment that you got it Then you ceased to fuss an' fret. Tuggin' at your bottle, Not a care, excepting when You lose the rubber nipple, But you find it soon again; An' the gurglin' an' the gooin' An' the chortlin' start anew, An' the kickin' an' the squirmin' Show the wondrous joy o' you. But I'll bet you're not as happy At your dinner, little tot, As the weather-beaten daddy Who is bendin' o'er your cot! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 11. IN THE RESTAURANT by THOMAS HARDY THE HOSTESS' DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR TO THE MEMORY OF SAMUEL WHITBREAD by BERNARD BARTON YOU, WHO HAVE SONS TO SPARE! by L. ALLEN BECK PSALM 19. THE FIRST SIX VERSES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE TO MISS ANNA MARIA TRAVERS. AN EPISTLE FROM SCOTLAND by CHARLOTTE BRERETON |