One Baby-Boy
One baby-boy has on demand
Ten fingers on his little hands
Ten little toes at his command,
Blue eyes like two stars’ tittles.
He also has a round head,
Small mouth that Thumbelina had,
He doesn't eat from a-spoon—not yet,
But from the bottle’s nipple.
For a little-boy—his beloved son
PA-PA bought stuff to have some fun.
Hung on the strings above the one
Indeed, not very high:
Some pictures, rattles and, oh, boy,
A bunch of other funny toys,
And MA-MA gives him,- to enjoy
Fresh-warm milk on-the-fly.
He's very busy every day:
Ten times he should eat anyway,
Then lies as a baby-seal in a bay,
Then he’s taken for a walk.
Cries, looks around at the World,
Puts diapers on, undresses those,
How after all one can oppose,
To sleep without squawks?
Well, sleep, our dear boy, sweetheart,
Tomorrow another day will start,
And everyone on a grown side
Will baby you and keep.
Don't cry, sleep tight, and all will pass,
Then morning sunshine will arise,
Our boy will grow in his size,
But at night he has to sleep!