<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Beard And Baby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I say, as one who never feared<br>The wrath of a subscriber's bullet,<br>I pity him who has a beard<br>But has no little girl to pull it!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When wife and I have finished tea,<br>Our baby woos me with her prattle,<br>And, perching proudly on my knee,<br>She gives my petted whiskers battle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With both her hands she tugs away,<br>While scolding at me kind o' spiteful;<br>You'll not believe me when I say<br>I find the torture quite delightful!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No other would presume, I ween,<br>To trifle with this hirsute wonder,<br>Else would I rise in vengeful mien<br>And rend his vandal frame asunder!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when her baby fingers pull<br>This glossy, sleek, and silky treasure,<br>My cup of happiness is full -<br>I fairly glow with pride and pleasure!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, sweeter still, through all the day<br>I seem to hear her winsome prattle -<br>I seem to feel her hands at play,<br>As though they gave me sportive battle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, heavenly music seems to steal<br>Where thought of her forever lingers,<br>And round my heart I always feel<br>The twining of her dimpled fingers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390849" data-title="Beard And Baby de Eugene Field" data-description="I say, as one who never feared The wrath of a subscriber's bullet, I pity him who has a beard But has no little girl to pull it! When wife and I have finished tea, Our baby woos me with her prattle, And, perching proudly on my knee, She gives my ..."></div> </div> </div>

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