Baby, baby Charlie,
Naughty in his play,
Slapping little Annie,
Pushing her away.
Patting with his soft hands,
Laughing in his fun;
Slapping with such good-will,
That the tear-drops run.
Do not cry, dear Annie,
Wipe away the tear;
Keep away from Charlie,
Do not come so near,
Or his little hands will
Pull your curly hair;
Peep at baby, Annie--
Peep behind the chair.
Kiss the baby, darling,
Kiss the little one;
He is only playing,
In his baby fun.
[Page 8--Little Children's Stories]