He will be straight and strong and fair, With eyes that have a laughing flash; A rumple always in his hair, And—if he likes—a short mustache. His voice must be a grumbly bass,— With nearly all his father's charm. And when we stroll about the place I'll love to lean upon his arm! And when he marries some nice girl— Oh me! he'll do it soon, I fear— I'm sure she'll love the little curl Like that behind his daddy's ear! |