BABY IN HER HIGH CHAIR.
Here I am all ready: here's my little plate
Wants some 'tato on it: papa, you'll be late.
Here's the milk a-waiting in my silver cup;
I'm so hungry! will somebody please to push me up.
Didn't see me, did you, scrambling up my chair?
Got up all alone too; would you think I'd dare?
Got my clothes all twisted; 'fraid I mussed my curls:
What did papa say about frowsy-headed girls?
Dear, I have such troubles! people are so slow!
Don't they want some supper, I should like to know?
There's a fly gone swimming in my silver cup;
And I can't quite reach him, 'cause I'm not pushed up.
Here's my mamma coming; here come Sue and Fred;
Now there goes the ding-dong, just as if it said,
"Little folks and big folks, time to come and sup!"
Thank you, papa, thank you, for pushing Bessie up.
Helen Barron Bostwick.
