WILLY-NILLY.
Willy-Nilly, birdy sings,
For he's running over
With the music that he flings
To his sweet bird-lover;--
Willy-nilly, baby laughs,
Gay and glad and gleeful;
Brimming over high with health,
She is always playful.
BABY'S RECORD.
New-born baby, soft and pink,
Of the two worlds on the brink.
One month old,--eat and sleep;
Precious little human heap.
Two months old,--tear and smile;
Fists in mouth and eyes the while.
Three months old,--"goo-a-goo,"
Windows wide where soul looks through.
Four months old,--finds his toes,
Tries to fix them on his nose. [{21}]
Five months old,--first wee pearl;
All the household in a whirl.
Six months old,--sits alone;
Wishes swaddling clothes were gone.
Seven months old,--creep and crawl,
Wonder-eyed, a charm to all.
Eight months old,--confiscate
Pussy's tail and papa's pate.
Nine months old,--roguish eyes
Deepening daily; wilful, wise.
Ten months old,--witching ways
Wind us in; the baby pays!
Eleven months old,--finger-tip
Guides the elfin on his trip.
Year old,--lots of mischief done;
Walking, talking, just for fun.
SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETEY.