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HAT shall we do with baby,
`The bright-eyed mischievous one?
`He wakens us all in the morning,
```Two hours before the sun.=
``From the time that his peepers open,
```He pinches and pulls at our nose;
``Or, perhaps, by way of diversion,
```He gives us a taste of his toes.=
``We find him rattles and clothes-pins,
```We give him books by the score,
``And make him a house in the corner
```When lo! he is at the door.=
``We pile up a basket of playthings,
```And seat the rogue in a chair;
``We leave to order the dinner,
```Behold! no baby is there.=
``He has found his way to the closet,
```He is rattling our chinaware;
``We run--he is clasping a goblet,
```And trying to climb a chair.=
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``He is full of the funniest capers,
```And scolds in the funniest way;
``But never will own he is weary,
```Or rest from his busy play.=
``He struggles and battles with slumber,
```He scratches and picks at his eyes,
``We fancy him quietly sleeping,
```But baby is watching the flies.=
``We give him a seat at the table,
```We make him a house of our chairs,
``And while the coach is preparing,
```The baby is tumbling down stairs.=
``The apples are thrown from the basket,
```His milk is spilled on the floor;
``Bread and butter sticks to the carpet,
``` And sugar sticks on the door.=
``We puzzle our brains to amuse him,
```We bow to his lordly will;
``But do what we may, the baby
```Is never a moment still.=
``Oh, what shall we do with baby--
```With his fun, and frolic, and fears?
``He charms us all with his mischief,
```And conquers us all with his tears.=