  Do you see the darling baby Laughing in her crib? She has learned to get the bonnet And untie her bib. She pulls off her little stockings Playing with her toes. And her feet are soft as velvet, Pinky as the rose. Well, baby may be a mother In a little while; So take care what things you teach her By your word and smile. For she’ll be just what you make her, Selfish, proud and cold: Or she may be like the angels, Sweet and pure as gold. endpaper divider |
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