LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 11

 

“Why, you were once a baby too,
And could not jump as now you do,
But good mamma took care of you,
Like baby.

“ And then she taught your little feet,
To pat along the carpet neat,
And called papa to come and meet
His baby.

“OQ, dear mamma, to take such care,
And no kind pains and trouble spare
To feed and nurse you when you were

A baby.”

Taylor.

OH, HARK! THE BABY CRIES.

Oh, hark! Oh, hark! the baby cries,

As on his little bed he lies:

He looks around, and mother’s gone,

And he don’t like to be alone.

But mother is coming,
Oh see how she’s running,

To learn what the matter can be;
But she soon will find out
What it is all about ;

And how very sorry is she.