[Questions.]
OH, where do they sell all the lilies and roses,
The “pandies” and “pudsies” and funny snub noses,
The dimpled wee “chin-chops” and fat pinky knees,
Of the dear little, queer little, babies one sees?
And what would they want for some soft golden curlies;
A pair of blue eyes, and two teeth white as pearlies;
A mouth like a rosebud, just made for a kiss?
I fear they would ask me a great deal for this.