Attention, good people! A baby I'm selling. His folks are all tired of his crowing and yelling. If a price that's at all within reason you'll pay, You may have the young rascal, and take him away. The Mountains have bid every gem in their store; The Ocean has bid every pearl on its floor; By the Land we are offered ten million of sheep, -- But we have no intention of selling so cheap! Compared with his value our price is not high -- How much for a baby? What offer? Who'll buy? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I LOOK IN MY HEART by SARA TEASDALE CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING, WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CHARLES LAMB by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY |