OH, where do they sell all the lilies and roses,

The “pandies” and “pudsies” and funny snub noses,

The dimpled wee “chin-chops” and fat pinky knees,

Of the dear little, queer little, babies one sees?

And what would they want for some soft golden curlies;

A pair of blue eyes, and two teeth white as pearlies;

A mouth like a rosebud, just made for a kiss?

I fear they would ask me a great deal for this.

And where is the gentle school-mistress who teaches

The mothers and grannies their sweet baby speeches,

Their “lovies” and “dovies” and tender “coo-coos”

That the newest new pet understands in two twos?

ALAS! and alas! you may search through the city,

Yet ne’er find the shop where they sell things so pretty;

But I think it’s the angels from far, far away,

Teach the mothers and grannies the sweet things they say.