Wouldn't You Like to Fondle Little Baby?
Copyright, 1895, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Charles H. Hoyt. Music by Percy Gaunt.
In me you see a very little lady-
A baby yet, I've heard my mamma say;
Too young to interest-whoever is our guest,
They pet me, but they wish I'd go away;
The men who call are not a bit attentive;
When mamma's in the room I'm never seen;
I wonder if they'd find it an incentive
If I, instead of nine, were seventeen.
Wouldn't they like to fondle little baby?
Oh, wouldn't they like to hold me on their knees?
Don't you think I'd let them do it?
May be, if mamma wasn't there to make a breeze.
My Uncle Freddy bought a box of roses
To send his sweetheart, pretty Kitty Lee;
In the box be put a note, and this is what he wrote,
"My dearest, when you wear them think of me!"
He left the box alone for half a minute,
The roses I was mean enough to sneak, |
And a pair of papa's trousers I put in it-
Now Uncle Fred and Kitty never speak.
Wouldn't he like to fondle little baby?
On, wouldn't be like to have me on his knee?
Don't you think I'd let him do it?
Maybe, if mamma wasn't sitting there to see.