"But, dear old Santa, don't forget, whatever you leave out,
To put in some surprises that we never thought about;
For in the whole long stocking, clear down into the toe,
The presents that are nicest are the ones you didn't know."
A LOST BABY
Baby's hidden all away!
Nobody can find her!
Where's the baby, mamma? Say,
Let's go look behind her!
Baby? No, she isn't there—
Have we lost our baby?
Let's go hunting down the stair,
There we'll find her, maybe.
Papa's lost his little girl!
What will he do for kisses?
What is this? A yellow curl?
And please to say what this is
Inside my coat! "I 'ant some breff!
It makes me almost 'oasted!
Next time don't smovver me to deff—
Let's play aden I'm losted!"
VELOCIPEDE
I know of a staid and sober horse
That goes by a great, long name.
The little ones like this trusty steed
That always goes at a proper speed.
They call him the good Velocipede,
And he's never tired or lame.