With woolly rugs about my knees, and warmers at my feet;
I’ve all the morning papers in a heap upon my lap,
I read and calmly contemplate, and think about a nap;
A nap indeed? Impossible! You’ll find it all in vain,
To have the slightest slumber with the Baby in the Train!
He’s autocratic as to rule, and as to language terse,
He’ll freely fist his dear Mamma, and domineer o’er Nurse!
He wrinkles up his forehead like an ancient Chimpanzee’s,
And babbles of the “puff-puff,” and prattles of “gee-gees:”
He guggles and he struggles, and he will not stand nor sit,