And babbles of the "puff-puff," and prattles of "gee-gees:"
He guggles and he struggles, and he will not stand not sit,
But he gives an imitation of an apoplectic fit.
I am not very captious, and I wish not to complain—
But what a crying grievance is the Baby in the Train!
I wish to feign the friendly, but most shrewdly I reflect—
In silly finger-snapping I must lose my self-respect:
Can I crow or can I chuckle with a countenance serene?
Is "kitchee-kitchee" fitted for my gravity of mien?
Can I talk of "doggie-oggies," or prate of "ittle dears"?