Awake at five in the morning,
Bright as a little bird,
Cooing and laughing and crowing
Before a person has stirred.
Carried on papa's shoulder,
Lying on mamma's arm,
Never a king was bolder
Or safer from slightest harm.
Going to ride with sister,
Taking a cozy nap,
Resting before his dinner
On grandmamma's silken lap.
Creeping over the carpet,
Playing with pretty toys;
Baby's the dearest darling,
The prettiest, best of boys.