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Big, blue eyes and fuzzy head, / Lips like cherries, rosy red, / Cunning feet, with wee, pink toes, / Rose-leaf hands, and tiny nose, / Dimpled elbows, shoulders, knees, / Round her wrists a little crease, / One white tooth just peeping through / When she tries to say "Goo-goo! " / What if ev'ry one must walk / All a tip-toe, scarcely talk, / When she takes her morning nap? / That is nothing. Though a lap / Is the only place at night / That will suit her fancy quite. / Though she screams and shrieks with rage, / Did you do less at her age? / What if she must clutch and tear / From its roots her grandma's hair? / If your watch will keep her quiet, / Why, my dear, of course you'll try it. / Bang the tongs, she's fond of music. / Does she cry? _You_ would, were _you_ sick. / Spoiled, you say? You think so, maybe. / But, you see, she's Grandma's baby.