I'SE a poor little sorrowful baby, For Bidget is way down tairs, The titten has statched my finder, And dolly won't say her payers. Ain't seen my bootiful mamma Since ever so long adoe, And I ain't her tunningest baby No longer, for Bidget says so. My mamma's dot a new baby; Dod dived it, he did, yesterday; And it kies, and it kies, @3so@1 defful, I wish he would tate it away. Don't want no sweet little sister, I want my dood mamma, I do, I want her to tis me, and tis me, And tall me her pessus Lulu. Oh, here tums nurse wis the baby! It sees me yite out of its eyes; I dess we will keep it, and dive it Some tandy whenever it kies; I dess I will dive it my dolly To play wis 'most every day; And I dess, I dess -- say, Bidget, Ask Dod not to tate it away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 24. AN OLD WOMAN LAMENTS IN SPRINGTIME by EDITH SITWELL EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES THE MOUSE by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 10. THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |