LITTLE drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the dainty mud-cake In the baby's hand. Little sun beams sifting From a home on high, And the gentle zephyrs Make the mud-cake dry. Then the little darling, Happy it will be; Dolly 'll have a party Out upon the lea. Kitty be invited, Rover will be there, While baby will be seated In her wicker chair. Thus a little mud-cake, Humble though it be, Gives an hour to baby Of sweet felicity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REMBRANDT TO REMBRANDT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK; A TRUE STORY by ROBERT BURNS WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS THE SHRUBBERY, WRITTEN IN A TIME OF AFFLICTION by WILLIAM COWPER UNDER THE PINES by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT |