And if she dared her lips to pout—
Like many pert young misses—
I'd wind my arm her waist about,
And punish her—with kisses!
[THE BABY IN THE TRAIN.]
Let babies travel—leave me lonely—
In carriages "For Babies Only"!
H
And if she dared her lips to pout—
Like many pert young misses—
I'd wind my arm her waist about,
And punish her—with kisses!
Let babies travel—leave me lonely—
In carriages "For Babies Only"!
H