Sister

Through the house what busy joy, Just because the infant boy Has a tiny tooth to show. I have got a double row, All as white, and all as small; Yet no one cares for mine at all. He can say but half a word, Yet that single sound's preferr'd To all the words that I can say In the longest summer day. He cannot walk, yet if he put With mimic motion out his foot, As if he thought, he were advancing, It's prized more than my best dancing.