The doctor brung a baby up to our house last week--
A little bit of thing it is--but my! it's gotta squeak!
It makes a noise that's twice as big as you expect to hear,
And then ma says, "Go right away--you mustn't tease him, dear!"
She seems to like it more than me--
But I ain't jealous, no, siree!
I told the boys, and Billy Black, he says, "Well, that is nice,
But I would rather have my dog--they're worth more at the price,
For pa says babies cost a lot to feed and dress and train,
And Rover, he is smart, he is, and gotter splendid brain!"
I kinder feel that very way--
But ma says baby's come to stay.
Frank Brown has got a billygoat that pulls him on his sled,
And Kenneth's got a ponycart; but pa looked cross and said
I mustn't talk so foolish when I asked him if I might
Go trade our baby for a pony or a goat, last night.
I s'pose he knew _nobody'd_ trade
A goat for any baby made!
I wouldn't mind it, I believe, if any boy I knew
Would _envy_ me for what we've got, but that's what they won't do!