Now look! there’s head, and hands, and feet,
But all the rest is breeches!
Etta G. Salsbury.
LITTLE DORA’S SOLILOQUY.
I tan’t see what our baby boy is dood for anyway:
He don’t know how to walk or talk, he don’t know how to play;
He tears up ev’ry single zing he posser-bil-ly tan,
An’ even tried to break, one day, my mamma’s bestest fan.