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.