
The poem is a nostalgic and sentimental tribute to the joys of childhood. It describes a child's innocence, curiosity, and playfulness, emphasizing the importance of preserving these qualities in adulthood. The speaker reflects on their own childhood, remembering the simple pleasures and freedom from care that characterized that stage of life.
By Eugene Field · First published 1897 · Genre: Poetry, Humor, Sports · 222 words
'Tis very strange, but quite as true, / That when our Baby smiles / Our club gets walloped black and blue / In all the latest styles; / But when our Baby's hopping mad / It's quite the other way -- / Chicago beats the Yankees bad / When Baby doesn't play.
When baby stands upon his base, / Just after having kicked, / Upon his Scandinavian face / Appears the legend, "Licked"; / But when he orders out a sub, / We well may hip-hooray -- / Chicago has the winning club / When Baby doesn't play.
But, if our Baby's getting old, / And stiff, and cross, and vain, / And if his days are nearly told, / Oh, let us not complain.
Our Baby is listed on Textopian as a poem by Eugene Field, dated 1897 CE.
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Poetry · Children · Family · Love · Nostalgia · Sentimental · Victorian Era · American Literature · Heartwarming · Innocence · Youth · Parenting