The Youngest One Breaks In

Sound triumphal music! Give three rousing cheers! Shout the joyful tidings In everybody’s ears! Write it on the fences In white and purple chalk! Sing it from the housetop; Brother Jim can talk!

Sentences? Of course not. Don’t be so absurd. So far he has uttered Just a single word. And the word? It’s “Daddy.” Foxy boy is Jim; If ’twere not, would daddy Give this space to him.

I, when first I heard it, Numskull that I am, Thought that it was “Przemysl”; Either that or “Damn.” But of course it’s “Daddy,” For it’s spoken when Daddy’s here or going Or coming back again.

Let the warring nations War, if war they must; Let the market weaken; Let the banks go bust; Let the cars quit running; Let the people walk. What care we for trifles? Brother Jim can talk!