And shaded his baby brow;
Surrounding his dimpled cheeks so red—
But they’re gone forever now!
The neighbors all laughed at me, and said:
Don’t make him a Fontleroy;
So I kissed the curls on the darling head
Of my own dear baby boy.
And told the barber to go ahead,
In a voice made sad with tears;
And none will know how my poor heart bled