SLUMBER LAND
TO all: “Good-night!”
Two eyes shut tight
And baby’s bound for Slumber,
The land where all tired children go,
The land where white dream-flowers grow
Beyond my art to number:
Winks
And blinks
And nods all past—
Mother’s arms are sure and fast,
Off to Slumber Land at last,
The moonlit Land of Slumber!
THE NEW BROTHER
WE’ve got a new kid in our house;
And it ’bout gives me a fit,
The fuss that ev’rybody is
A-making over it.
All ’long I’ve been the pet, you see,
’Twas me they tried to please
But now, this other fellow has
Them all upon their knees!
He’s just about the ugliest!
And really doesn’t seem
Able to do another thing
But double up and scream.
He’s got no teeth, he’s got no hair,—
Worst curiosity!
I’d like some one to tell me why
He counts for more than me!