radle That baby could wish to own,It lay contentedly winking, Where Polly had left it alone.It wasnt a mere doll-baby; Ah, no ! that Polly would scorn;But this she loved through the daytime, And dreamed of from night till morn, POLLYS BABY. A cap its small head adorning, A robe of cambric so… … But once our Polly was naughty, And struck her baby at last;When, lo ! it jumped out of the cradle, And scampered from danger fast.Do you think that was strange for a baby For Pollys wee baby — to do?Why, children, twas only a kitty, Brimful of mischief—and mew! M. D. BRINE. pictured jby
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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