From　Babyland；　out　yonder
  Beside　a　silver　sea；
  You　brought　a　priceless　treasure
  As　gift　to　mine　and　me！
  Last　night　my　dear　one　listened　…
  And；　wife；　you　knew　the　cry　…
  The　dear　old　Stork　has　sought　our　home
  A　many　times　gone　by！
  And　in　your　gentle　bosom
  I　found　the　pretty　thing
  That　from　the　realm　out　yonder
  Our　friend　the　Stork　did　bring。
  Last　night　a　babe　awakened；
  And；　babe；　how　strange　and　new
  Must　seem　the　home　and　people
  The　Stork　has　brought　you　to；
  And　yet　methinks　you　like　them　…
  You　neither　stare　nor　weep；
  But　closer　to　my　dear　one
  You　cuddle；　and　you　sleep！
  Last　night　my　heart　grew　fonder　…
  0　happy　heart　of　mine；
  Sing　of　the　inspirations
  That　round　my　pathway　shine！
  And　sing　your　sweetest　love…song
  To　this　dear　nestling　wee
  The　Stork　from　'Way…Out…Yonder
  Hath　brought　to　mine　and　me！
  THE　BOTTLE　TREE
  A　bottle　tree　bloometh　in　Winkyway　land　…
  Heigh…ho　for　a　bottle；　I　say！
  A　snug　little　berth　in　that　ship　I　demand
  That　rocketh　the　Bottle…Tree　babies　away
  Where　the　Bottle　Tree　bloometh　by　night　and　by　day
  And　reacheth　its　fruit　to　each　wee；　dimpled　hand；
  You　take　of　that　fruit　as　much　as　you　list；
  For　colic's　a　nuisance　that　doesn't　exist！
  So　cuddle　me　and　cuddle　me　fast；
  And　cuddle　me　snug　in　my　cradle　away；
  For　I　hunger　and　thirst　for　that　precious　repast　…
  Heigh…ho　for　a　bottle；　I　say！
  The　Bottle　Tree　bloometh　by　night　and　by　day！
  Heigh…ho　for　Winkyway　land！
  And　Bottle…Tree　fruit　（as　I've　heard　people　say）
  Makes　bellies　of　Bottle…Tree　babies　expand　…
  And　that　is　a　trick　I　would　fain　understand！
  Heigh…ho　for　a　bottle　to…day！
  And　heigh…ho　for　a　bottle　to…night　…
  A　bottle　of　milk　that　is　creamy　and　white！
  So　cuddle　me　close；　and　cuddle　me　fast；
  And　cuddle　me　snug　in　my　cradle　away；
  For　I　hunger　and　thirst　for　that　precious　repast　…
  Heigh…ho　for　a　bottle；　I　say！
  GOOGLY…GO0
  Of　mornings；　bright　and　early；
  When　the　lark　is　on　the　wing
  And　the　robin　in　the　maple
  Hops　from　her　nest　to　sing；
  From　yonder　cheery　chamber
  Cometh　a　mellow　coo　…
  'T　is　the　sweet；　persuasive　treble
  Of　my　little　Googly…Goo！
  The　sunbeams　hear　his　music；
  And　they　seek　his　little　bed；
  And　they　dance　their　prettiest　dances
  Round　his　golden　curly　head：
  Schottisches；　galops；　minuets；
  Gavottes　and　waltzes；　too；
  Dance　they　unto　the　music
  Of　my　googling　Googly…Goo。
  My　heart　…　my　heart　it　leapeth
  To　hear　that　treble　tone；
  What　music　like　thy　music；
  My　darling　and　mine　own！
  And　patiently　…　yes；　cheerfully
  I　toil　the　long　day　through　…
  My　labor　seemeth　lightened
  By　the　song　of　Googly…Goo！
  I　may　not　see　his　antics；
  Nor　kiss　his　dimpled　cheek：
  I　may　not　smooth　the　tresses
  The　sunbeams　love　to　seek；
  It　mattereth　not　…　the　echo
  Of　his　sweet；　persuasive　coo
  Recurreth　to　remind　me
  Of　my　little　Googly…Goo。
  And　when　I　come　at　evening；
  I　stand　without　the　door
  And　patiently　I　listen
  For　that　dear　sound　once　more；
  And　oftentimes　I　wonder；
  〃Oh；　God！　what　should　I　do
  If　any　ill　should　happen
  To　my　little　Googly…Goo！〃
  Then　in　affright　I　call　him　…
  I　hear　his　gleeful　shouts！
  Begone；　ye　dread　forebodings　…
  Begone；　ye　killing　doubts！
  For；　with　my　arms　about　him；
  My　heart　warms　through　and　through
  With　the　oogling　and　the　googling
  Of　my　little　Googly…Goo！
  THE　BENCH…LEGGED　FYCE
  Speakin'　of　dorgs；　my　bench…legged　fyce
  Hed　most　o'　the　virtues；　an'　nary　a　vice。
  Some　folks　called　him　Sooner；　a　name　that　arose
  From　his　predisposition　to　chronic　repose；
  But；　rouse　his　ambition；　he　couldn't　be　beat　…
  Yer　bet　yer　he　got　thar　on　all　his　four　feet！
  Mos'　dorgs　hez　some　forte　…　like　huntin'　an'　such；
  But　the　sports　o'　the　field　didn't　bother　him　much；
  Wuz　just　a　plain　dorg；　an'　contented　to　be
  On　peaceable　terms　with　the　neighbors　an'　me；
  Used　to　fiddle　an'　squirm；　and　grunt　〃Oh；　how　nice！〃
  When　I　tickled　the　back　of　that　bench…legged　fyce！
  He　wuz　long　in　the　bar'l；　like　a　fyce　oughter　be；
  His　color　wuz　yaller　as　ever　you　see；
  His　tail；　curlin'　upward；　wuz　long；　loose；　an'　slim　…
  When　he　didn't　wag　it；　why；　the　tail　it　wagged　him！
  His　legs　wuz　so　crooked；　my　bench…legged　pup
  Wuz　as　tall　settin'　down　as　he　wuz　standin'　up！
  He'd　lie　by　the　stove　of　a　night　an'　regret
  The　various　vittles　an'　things　he　had　et；
  When　a　stranger；　most　likely　a　tramp；　come　along；
  He'd　lift　up　his　voice　in　significant　song　…
  You　wondered；　by　gum！　how　there　ever　wuz　space
  In　that　bosom　o'　his'n　to　hold　so　much　bass！
  Of　daytimes　he'd　sneak　to　the　road　an'　lie　down；
  An'　tackle　the　country　dorgs　comin'　to　town；
  By　common　consent　he　wuz　boss　in　St。　Joe；
  For　what　he　took　hold　of　he　never　let　go！
  An'　a　dude　that　come　courtin'　our　girl　left　a　slice
  Of　his　white　flannel　suit　with　our　bench…legged　fyce！
  He　wuz　good　to　us　kids　…　when　we　pulled　at　his　fur
  Or　twisted　his　tail　he　would　never　demur；
  He　seemed　to　enjoy　all　our　play　an'　our　chaff；
  For　his　tongue　'u'd　hang　out　an'　he'd　laff　an'　he'd　laff；
  An'　once；　when　the　Hobart　boy　fell　through　the　ice；
  He　wuz　drug　clean　ashore　by　that　bench…legged　fyce！
  We　all　hev　our　choice；　an'　you；　like　the　rest；
  Allow　that　the　dorg　which　you've　got　is　the　best；
  I　wouldn't　give　much　for　the　boy　'at　grows　up
  With　no　friendship　subsistin'　'tween　him　an'　a　pup！
  When　a　fellow　gits　old　…　I　tell　you　it's　nice
  To　think　of　his　youth　and　his　bench…legged　fyce！
  To　think　of　the　springtime　'way　back　in　St。　Joe　…
  Of　the　peach…trees　abloom　an'　the　daisies　ablow；
  To　think　of　the　play　in　the　medder　an'　grove；
  When　little　legs　wrassled　an'　little　han's　strove；
  To　think　of　the　loyalty；　valor；　an'　truth
  Of　the　friendships　that　hallow　the　season　of　youth！
  LITTLE　MISS　BRAG
  Little　Miss　Brag　has　much　to　say
  To　the　rich　little　lady　from　over　the　way
  And　the　rich　little　lady　puts　out　a　lip
  As　she　looks　at　her　own　white；　dainty　slip；
  And　wishes　that　she　could　wear　a　gown
  As　pretty　as　gingham　of　faded　brown！
  For　little　Miss　Brag　she　lays　much　stress
  On　the　privileges　of　a　gingham　dress　…
  〃Aha；
  Oho！〃
  The　rich　little　lady　from　over　the　way
  Has　beautiful　dolls　in　vast　array；
  Yet　she　envies　the　raggedy　home…made　doll
  She　hears　our　little　Miss　Brag　extol。
  For　the　raggedy　doll　can　fear　no　hurt
  From　wet；　or　heat；　or　tumble；　or　dirt！
  Her　nose　is　inked；　and　her　mouth　is；　too；
  And　one　eye's　black　and　the　other's　blue　…
  〃Aha；
  Oho！〃
  The　rich　little　lady　goes　out　to　ride
  With　footmen　standing　up　outside；
  Yet　wishes　that；　sometimes；　after　dark
  Her　father　would　trundle　her　in　the　park；　…
  That；　sometimes；　her　mother　would　sing　the　things
  Little　Miss　Brag　says　her　mother　sings
  When　through　the　attic　window　streams
  The　moonlight　full　of　golden　dreams　…
  〃Aha；
  Oho！〃
  Yes；　little　Miss　Brag　has　much　to　say
  To　the　rich　little　lady　from　over　the　way；
  And　yet　who　knows　but　from　her　heart
  Often　the　bitter　sighs　upstart　…
  Uprise　to　lose　their　burn　and　sting
  In　the　grace　of　the　tongue　that　loves　to　sing
  Praise　of　the　treasures　all　its　own！
  So　I've　come　to　love　that　treble　tone　…
  〃Aha；
  Oho！〃
  THE　HUMMING　TOP
  The　top　it　hummeth　a　sweet；　sweet　song
  To　my　dear　little　boy　at　play　…
  Merrily　singeth　all　day　long；
  As　it　spinneth　and　spinneth　away。
  And　my　dear　little　boy
  He　laugheth　with　joy
  When　he　heareth　the　monotone
  Of　that　busy　thing
  That　loveth　to　sing
  The　song　that　is　all　its　own。
  Hold　fast　the　string　and　wind　it　tight；
  That　the　song　be　loud　and　clear；
  Now　hurl　the　top　with　all　your　might
  Upon　the　banquette　here；
  And　straight　from　the　string
  The　joyous　thing
  Boundeth　and　spinneth　along；
  And　it　whirrs　and　it　chirrs
  And　it　birrs　and　it　purrs
  Ever　its　pretty　song。
  Will　ever　my　dear　little　boy　grow　old；
  As　some　have　grown　before？
  Will　ever　his　heart　feel　faint　and　cold；
  When　he　heareth　the　songs　of　yore？
  Will　ever　this　toy
  Of　my　dear　little　boy；
  When　the　years　have　worn　away；
  Sing　sad　and　low
  Of　the　long　ago；
  As　it　singeth　to　me　to…day？
  LADY　BUTTON…EYES
  When　the　busy　day　is　done；
  And　my　weary　little　one
  Rocketh　gently　to　and　fro；
  When　the　night　winds　softly　blow；
  And　the　crickets　in　the　glen
  Chirp　and　chirp　and　chirp　again；
  When　upon　the　haunted　green
  Fairies　dance　around　their　queen　…
  Then　from　yonder　misty　skies
  Cometh　Lady　Button…Eyes。
  Through　the　murk　and　mist　and　gloam
  To　our　quiet；　cozy　home；
  Where　to　singing；　sweet　and　low；
  Rocks　a　cradle　to　and　fro；
  Where　the　clock's　dull　monotone
  Telleth　of　the　day　that's　done；
  Where　the　moonbeams　hover　o'er
  Playthings　sleeping　on　the　floor　…
  Where　my　weary　wee　one　lies
  Cometh　Lady　Button…Eyes。
  Cometh　like　a　fleeting　ghost
  From　some　distant　eerie　coast；
  Never　footfall　can　you　hear