The grandmas talked with worried eyes
And said it was a shame--
Nobody wanted Littley then
Before our Littley came.
Boyo's nose will be out of joint,
He's a toddling baby yet,
And now there's another one coming along,
Poor little pet!
But Littley rode through the storm of doubt
And the cloud of the troubled brow;
Nobody wanted Littley then--
But you should hear them now!