Mammy's baby

by Amy Ella Blanchard

If your watch will keep her quiet,

Why, my dear, of course you’ll try it.

Bang the tongs, she’s fond of music.

Does she cry? You would, were you sick.

Spoiled, you say? You think so, maybe.

But, you see, she’s Grandma’s baby.

Too Precious.

You want my dolly, Baby?

I really must say, No.