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SONGS FOR CHILDHOOD
THE BABY'S THOUGHTS.
What's the baby thinking of?
Can you guess ? can you guess ? From between the budding leaves, Underneath the cottage eaves,
Came an answer, " Yes, yes, yes!"
" In the meadow," chirped the Swallow,
" I was flying all the day; I saw Baby in the clover, Toddling, tumbling, rolling over,
In his merry play; Hiding in each grassy hollow,
Out of nurse's way.
" 'Midst the buttercups I saw him ;
He was humming like the bee, And the daisies seemed to draw him,
For he crowed to see
All their white and pinky faces Starring over the green places
'Neath the poplar-tree. And the butterfly that pleased him,
And the May-bloom out of reach, And the little breeze that teased him,
He is thinking now of each. Search his eyes, and you shall see
Kingcups meshed in golden mazes,
And a thousand starry daisies, And a sunbeam flashing free,
And a little shifting shadow,
Such as fluttered o'er the meadow From the fluttering tree.
Kiss his lip, and taste the rare
Honey-sweetness lingering on it; Kiss his pretty forehead fair,
May-bloom odors dropped upon it; And the naughty breeze also�
Kiss his cheek, and you shall find it In the rich and rosy glow,
And the freshness left behind it.