Four little babies—two sisters, two brothers—
And all with bright eyes, as bright as their moth-
er's;
Your baby's at least ten times older than they,
But they are all ready to fly to-day;
"They'll take care of themselves in another week,
Before your poor baby can walk or can speak.
It has often surprised me to see what poor things
All babies are that are born without wings;
And but one at a time! Dear me, my wife