BABY SONG

The grandmas talked with worried eyes

And said it was a shame —

Nobody wanted Littley then

Before our Littley came.

Boyo's nose will be out of joint,

He's a toddling baby yet,

And now there's another one coming along,

Poor little pet!

But Littley rode through the storm of doubt

And the cloud of the troubled brow;

Nobody wanted Littley then —

But you should hear them now!