NURSERY RHYMES.
What is to me the sweetest thing
That the morning light can bring?
It is this,—
My mother’s kiss.
And, if gentle watch she’ll keep,
What gives me the sweetest sleep?
Only this,—
My mother’s kiss.
Nothing else so dear can be,
Nothing brings such joy to me,
As does this,—
My mother’s kiss.
Then, if I’m a pleasant child,
Kind, obedient, and mild,
I’ll have this,—
My mother’s kiss.
Kiss me quick, my baby boy,—
Mother’s darling, mother’s joy!
Beat the little drum no more;
Let the horse lie on the floor.
Do not move a foot or hand;
Kiss me, kiss me, where you stand,
Through the chair while I am kneeling,
And the flies look from the ceiling.
That’s a noble little boy!
Mother’s darling, mother’s joy!
’Twas a kiss well worth the getting;
Kissing better is than fretting.
A kiss when I wake in the morning,
A kiss when I go to bed,
A kiss when I burn my fingers,
A kiss when I bump my head.
A kiss when my bath is over,
A kiss when my bath begins;
My mamma is full of kisses,
As full as nurse is of pins.
A kiss when I play with my rattle,
A kiss when I pull her hair;
She covered me over with kisses
The day I fell from the stair.
A kiss when I give her trouble,
A kiss when I give her joy:
There’s nothing like mamma’s kisses
For her own little baby-boy.