Attention, good people! A baby I'm selling. His folks are all tired of his crowing and yelling. If a price that's at all within reason you'll pay, You may have the young rascal, and take him away. The Mountains have bid every gem in their store; The Ocean has bid every pearl on its floor; By the Land we are offered ten million of sheep, -- But we have no intention of selling so cheap! Compared with his value our price is not high -- How much for a baby? What offer? Who'll buy? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WAITING IN THE CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL by CLARENCE MAJOR |