Versos English Maria Arthington Teething

English poem

Teething

by (?–1863)

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Babies, when cutting teeth, oft cry, And bite their little thumbs; Aught they can seize, they'll often try To carry to their gums.

Some people give them coral bright With bells all hung together; And some will give them glass to bite, Or ivory, or leather.

But things that are so hard as glass Mamma approves of never; They grieve and hurt poor babes, alas! And make them worse than ever.

A nurse should then be very kind In finding what will please, A crust of bread, if they're inclined, Will nourish and not tease.

Their diet should be thought of too, With care about their dress: Lancing, when teeth are nearly thro,' Makes babies suffer less.