Oh, yes, I'll sing with all my heart, And tell you a very singular start, That lately occurred at Buckingham Palace, That scene of waste, confusion, and malice, About the baby, the dear little baby -- Queen Victoria's baby! About one in the morn, as I heard say, The Queen she felt in a curious way -- She woke her husband, who said with great sorrow, "Oh! can't you, my love, put it off till to-morrow? For I am so sleepy, and I don't want a baby!" "Ah!" says she, "but I will have a baby!" * * * Then there was great bustle, confusion, and hurry, The Queen was in labour -- the Prince in a flurry; When the Princess was born the nurse loud did shout -- "Little girl, does your mother know you are out?" Oh, oh! little baby, etc. * * * Now the Queen has recovered, and Albert's the nurse He puts on the child's napkins, and don't care one curse; And ladies and gentlemen, your smiles give to me, 'Twas to gain your applause I sung, d'ye see, About the Queen's baby, the duck of a baby, Queen Victoria's baby! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND by HENRY FIELDING A WINTER TWILIGHT by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA THE SHADOW DANCE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EDEN BOWER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |