Recipe For A Baby:

Clean and dress a wriggle, add a pint of nearly milk,
    Smother with a pillow any sneeze;
Baste with talcum powder and mark upon its back -
    "Don't forget that you were one of these."

    - Life.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLIV. Love And Matrimony.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXIX. Tales.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVIII. Natural History.

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Woman

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A pound and three-quarters of kitten,
    Three ounces of flounces and sighs;
Add wiggles and giggles and gurgles,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXVII. Lullabies.

    Hush thee, my babby,
    Lie still with thy daddy,
        Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
    To grind thee some wheat,
    To make thee some meat,
        And so, my dear babby, lie still.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXX. Lullabies.

    Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry,
    And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and bye;
    Or, perhaps you like custard, or may-be a tart, -
    Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.

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A Baby In The House

I knew that a baby was hid in the house;
    Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry,
But the husband went tiptoeing round like a mouse,
    And the good wife was humming a soft lullaby;
And there was a look on the face of that mother
That I knew could mean only one thing, and no other.

"The mother," I said to myself; for I knew
    That the woman before me was certainly that,
For there lay in the corner a tiny cloth shoe,
    And I saw on the stand such a wee little hat;
And the beard of the husband said plain as could be,
"Two fat, chubby hands have been tugging at me."

And he took from his pocket a gay picture-book,
    And a dog that would bark if you pulled on a string;
And the wife laid them up with such a pleased look;
    And I sai...

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXIII. Love And Matrimony.

    Saw ye aught of my love a coming from ye market!
        A peck of meal upon her back,
        A babby in her basket;
    Saw ye aught of my love a coming from the market?

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCVI. Lullabies.

    Bye, baby bunting,
    Daddy's gone a hunting,
    To get a little hare's skin
    To wrap a baby bunting in.

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