DRU as I leev, most efry day I laugh me wild to saw der way My schmall young baby dries to play -- Dot funny leetle baby. When I look of dem leetle toes, Und saw dot funny leetle nose, Und hear der way dot rooster crows -- I schmile like I vas grazy. Sometimes der comes a leetle shquall, Dots ven der vindy vind does crawl Right in his leetle shtomach schmall -- Dot's too bad for der baby. Dot makes him sing at night so shweet, Und gorryparric he must eat, Und I must chump shpry on my feet To help dot leetle baby. He bulls my nose und kicks my hair, Und crawls me ofer everywhere, Und schlobber me -- but what I care? Dot vas my schmall young baby. Around my head dot leetle arm Vas shquozh me all so nice und warm. Oh, may dere never come some harm To dot schmall leetle baby. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEPULCHRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |