Willing To Trade

The doctor brung a baby up to our house last week-- A little bit of thing it is--but my! it's gotta squeak! It makes a noise that's twice as big as you expect to hear, And then ma says, "Go right away--you mustn't tease him, dear!" She seems to like it more than me-- But I ain't jealous, no, siree!

I told the boys, and Billy Black, he says, "Well, that is nice, But I would rather have my dog--they're worth more at the price, For pa says babies cost a lot to feed and dress and train, And Rover, he is smart, he is, and gotter splendid brain!" I kinder feel that very way-- But ma says baby's come to stay.

Frank Brown has got a billygoat that pulls him on his sled, And Kenneth's got a ponycart; but pa looked cross and said I mustn't talk so foolish when I asked him if I might Go trade our baby for a pony or a goat, last night. I s'pose he knew nobody'd trade A goat for any baby made! I wouldn't mind it, I believe, if any boy I knew Would envy me for what we've got, but that's what they won't do!