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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472152" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song To Be Sung by the Father of Infant Female Children</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart leaps up when I behold<br>A rainbow in the sky;<br>Contrariwise, my blood runs cold<br>When little boys go by.<br>For little boys as little boys,<br>No special hate I carry,<br>But now and then they grow to men,<br>And when they do, they marry.<br>No matter how they tarry,<br>Eventually they marry.<br>And, swine among the pearls,<br>They marry little girls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, somewhere, somewhere, an infant plays,<br>With parents who feed and clothe him.<br>Their lips are sticky with pride and praise,<br>But I have begun to loathe him.<br>Yes, I loathe with loathing shameless<br>This child who to me is nameless.<br>This bachelor child in his carriage<br>Gives never a thought to marriage,<br>But a person can hardly say knife<br>Before he will hunt him a wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never see an infant (male),<br>A-sleeping in the sun,<br>Without I turn a trifle pale<br>And think is he the one?<br>Oh, first he'll want to crop his curls,<br>And then he'll want a pony,<br>And then he'll think of pretty girls,<br>And holy matrimony.<br>A cat without a mouse<br>Is he without a spouse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, somewhere he bubbles bubbles of milk,<br>And quietly sucks his thumbs.<br>His cheeks are roses painted on silk,<br>And his teeth are tucked in his gums.<br>But alas the teeth will begin to grow,<br>And the bubbles will cease to bubble;<br>Given a score of years or so,<br>The roses will turn to stubble.<br>He'll sell a bond, or he'll write a book,<br>And his eyes will get that acquisitive look,<br>And raging and ravenous for the kill,<br>He'll boldly ask for the hand of Jill.<br>This infant whose middle<br>Is diapered still<br>Will want to marry My daughter Jill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh sweet be his slumber and moist his middle!<br>My dreams, I fear, are infanticiddle.<br>A fig for embryo Lohengrins!<br>I'll open all his safety pins,<br>I'll pepper his powder, and salt his bottle,<br>And give him readings from Aristotle.<br>Sand for his spinach I'll gladly bring,<br>And Tabasco sauce for his teething ring.<br>Then perhaps he'll struggle though fire and water<br>To marry somebody else's daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ogden+Nash">Ogden Nash</a><div class=q>
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A rainbow in the sky;
Contrariwise, my blood runs cold
When little boys go by.
For little boys as little boys,
No special hate I carry,
But now and then they grow to men,
And when they do, they marry.
No matter how ..."></div>
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