PERCHANCE, should you the child 'let fall,'
Confessing it 'won't do at all;'
None can the secret e'er discover,
And if it _dies_, the danger's over.
To your own breast confine the bilk,
And save--your 'breasteziz' of milk.
Wean 'such as live' as soon as may be,
Out o' the way of the next baby.