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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391016" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The happy household</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,<br>That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;<br>Then it's sleep no more for baby, and it's sleep no more for me,<br>For, when he wants his dinner, why it's dinner it must be!<br>And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado,<br> While gran'ma laughs,<br> And gran'pa laughs,<br> And wife, she laughs,<br> And I - well, I laugh, too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'd think, to see us carrying on about that little tad,<br>That, like as not, that baby was the first we'd ever had;<br>But, sakes alive! he isn't, yet we people make a fuss<br>As if the only baby in the world had come to us!<br>And, morning, noon, and night-time, whatever he may do,<br> Gran'ma, she laughs,<br> Gran'pa, he laughs,<br> Wife, she laughs,<br> And I, of course, laugh, too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But once - a likely spell ago - when that poor little chick<br>From teething or from some such ill of infancy fell sick,<br>You wouldn't know us people as the same that went about<br>A-feelin' good all over, just to hear him crow and shout;<br>And, though the doctor poohed our fears and said he'd pull him through,<br> Old gran'ma cried,<br> And gran'pa cried,<br> And wife, she cried,<br> And I - yes, I cried, too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place,<br>With his everlastin' crowing and his dimpling, dumpling face;<br>The patter of his pinky feet makes music everywhere,<br>And when he shakes those fists of his, good-by to every care!<br>No matter what our trouble is, when he begins to coo,<br> Old gran'ma laughs,<br> And gran'pa laughs,<br> Wife, she laughs,<br> And I - you bet, I laugh, too!</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>
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That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;
Then it's sleep no more for baby, and it's sleep no more for me,
For, when he wants his dinner, why it's dinner it must be!
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