Filled with printers' ink and oil and grease,
pressed them on a card and soothed his moans,
Saying "Diddums" in official tones.
Mother stood and gazed upon the thing,
Lovingly as doting mothers do;
Asked, "Does Reggie's hieroglyphic bring
Memories of famous men to you—
Men who, having made their lives sublime,
Left their thumb-prints on the sands of time?
"Will it be his destiny to write