Up to the Ceiling

By Edgar Albert Guest

Up to the ceiling

And down to the floor,

Hear him now squealing

And calling for more.

Laughing and shouting,

“Away up!” he cries.

Who could be doubting

The love in his eyes.

Heigho! my baby!

And heigho! my son!

Up to the ceiling

Is wonderful fun.

Bigger than daddy

And bigger than mother;

Only a laddie,

But bigger than brother.

Laughing and crowing

And squirming and wriggling,

Cheeks fairly glowing,

Now cooing and giggling!

Down to the cellar,

Then quick as a dart

Up to the ceiling

Brings joy to the heart.

Gone is the hurry,

The anguish and sting,

The heartache and worry

That business cares bring;

Gone is the hustle,

The clamor for gold,

The rush and the bustle

The day's affairs hold.

Peace comes to the battered

Old heart of his dad,

When “up to the ceiling”

He plays with his lad.