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Eugene Field - The Happy Household
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It`s when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,
That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;
Then it`s sleep no more for baby, and it`s sleep no more for me,
For, when he wants his dinner, why it`s dinner it must be!
And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado,
  While gran`ma laughs,
  And gran`pa laughs,
  And wife, she laughs,
  And I - well, I laugh, too!

You`d think, to see us carrying on about that little tad,
That, like as not, that baby was the first we`d ever had;
But, sakes alive! he isn`t, yet we people make a fuss
As if the only baby in the world had come to us!
And, morning, noon, and night-time, whatever he may do,
  Gran`ma, she laughs,
  Gran`pa, he laughs,
  Wife, she laughs,
  And I, of course, laugh, too!

But once - a likely spell ago - when that poor little chick
From teething or from some such ill of infancy fell sick,
You wouldn`t know us people as the same that went about
A-feelin` good all over, just to hear him crow and shout;
And, though the doctor poohed our fears and said he`d pull him through,
  Old gran`ma cried,
  And gran`pa cried,
  And wife, she cried,
  And I - yes, I cried, too!

It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place,
With his everlastin` crowing and his dimpling, dumpling face;
The patter of his pinky feet makes music everywhere,
And when he shakes those fists of his, good-by to every care!
No matter what our trouble is, when he begins to coo,
  Old gran`ma laughs,
  And gran`pa laughs,
  Wife, she laughs,
  And I - you bet, I laugh, too!
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