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On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,
and sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap,
in some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face,
and cautiously and quietly I move about the place;
then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view,
and you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "booh"!
Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared,
and really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared;
and then his under lip came out and farther out it came,
till mamma and the nurse agreed it was a "cruel shame" -
but now what does that same wee, toddling, lisping baby do
but laugh and kick his little heels when I say "booh!"
He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then
in shrill, despotic treble bids me "do it all aden!"
And I - of course I do it; for, as his progenitor,
it is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I am for!
And it is, oh, such fun I and sure that we shall rue
the time when we are both too old to play the game "booh!"
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