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Release date: January 12, 2024

Original publication: New York: Worthington Co, 1890

Mammy's Baby.

ILLUSTRATED BY

IDA WAUGH,

VERSES BY

Amy Ella Blanchard

WORTHINGTON CO. NEW YORK.

Copyright 1890 by Worthington Co. NEW YORK.

"SEE HOW STRONG I AM."

So strong are you, my baby? I see that very plain; For you can hold above your head Papa's big, heavy cane.

Why, soon you can be lifting, For your mamma, the chairs; Or bringing heavy books to her, Or helping her up-stairs.

Then you can mail her letters, And run her errands, too; There is no end of all the things My baby soon will do.

You soon will be quite manly, Too soon, mamma thinks, dear; For she'd like to keep her baby Many, many a year.

CARE.

Mamma has gone for a moment, And all the world is awry, For it takes so very little To make this baby cry.

DON'T CARE.

All alone they have left him With only tables and chairs, And so he laughs and plays to himself, And never a bit he cares.

TWO NAMELESS KITTENS.

IN MISCHIEF.

Four little kits in a basket, O, the naughty kits! Scattering the things about the floor, Pulling them to bits.

Here is a ball of worsted, O, the naughty kits! It is the very ball that Belle Uses when she knits.

There is a ball in a tangle, O, the naughty kits! Here is some silk all in a snarl, There a pair of mitts.

One of these frolicsome kittens-- O, the naughty kits! Has tried the baby's stocking on, To see how it fits.

When she comes back and finds you, O, you naughty kits! I've an idea you'll be frightened Nearly out of your wits.

GRANDMA'S BABY.

TOO PRECIOUS.

You want my dolly, Baby? I really must say, No. I love it quite too much, you see, To ever let it go.

For now 'tis fresh and lovely, But I'm afraid, my dear, If once I let you have it, 'Twould soon look very queer.

MAMMY'S BABY.

Dis chile? Why, bless you, honey! She sutt'nly is dat sweet You wouldn't need no sugar, Ef she was made to eat.

An' smart! de smartes' baby Dere is in all dis town; She got her toofies long befo' Dat no count Hay'et Brown.

An' loves her mammy, don' she? Law, bless de honey chile! She know ez well ez I do What makes her mammy smile.

She this go tug at mammy, And try to pull her hyar, An' try to poke out mammy's eyes, But mammy ain' gwine cyar.

Now tell de lady what yo name, An' den how big you is; Now kiss yo hand to lady, So she know how you's riz.

Now come with old Betheuk, She gwine to take you home, An' may be you learn howdy De nex time dat you come.

HUNTING FOR EGGS.

How many eggs has Birdie found? One she saw lying on the ground, Four in a new nest hid away, All snug and dark, beneath the hay.

Three were down by the currant bush, Close to the fence, where tall weeds push, Crowd through the rails, and climb about, But birdie saw the hen come out.

Under the south porch steps were two, For out of there old Top-knot flew, She fussed, and clucked, and cackled so, That Birdie knew just where to go.

And one lay down in Billy's stall Among the corn, and that was all. How many were there? Let us see; I'll count with you, you count with me.

First, four will go into a cake That old Aunt Phoebe wants to bake. The coffee one will clear, you know. For grandma's breakfast two must go. Three in the muffins, add to seven, And one is left--that's just eleven.

THE RUDE RABBIT.

There were some little rabbits that once lived in a wood; Some were gray, and some were white, and all were very good Except one little rabbit, who was so impolite That his mother had to scold him from morning until night.

He never thought of waiting at meal-time for the rest, But always first began to eat, and tried to get the best. He would reach across the table, and sometimes, I must own, He even helped himself before his mother could sit down.

Then how he interrupted, if a friend across the way Came to call upon his mother, perhaps to spend the day. He would never walk behind her, in a nice, respectful way, But would rush right in, and never wait with what he had to say.

He never would say "Thank you," and scarcely ever "Please," And when he wanted anything, he'd tease, and tease, and tease. He'd the rudest way of calling his mother to come down, And, without knocking, walked in rooms as if they were his own.

And these are only half the things this little rabbit did; He never seemed to learn enough to do as he was bid, Till no one ever asked him to visit or to ride, And they'd look at him most scornfully, because he had no pride.

And when this little rabbit a full-grown rabbit was, He had to live all by himself, quite unbeloved, because He was so rude nobody cared to have him within sight-- To think of what a difference, had he but been polite.

SNOWDRIFTS.

Over you go Into the snow, Eyes are bright, cheeks in a glow. Out he crawls, Now snow-balls Fly against the trees and walls.

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