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It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, / 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! / And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado, / While gran'ma laughs, / And gran'pa laughs, / And wife, she laughs, / And I -- well, I laugh, too!
You'd think, to see us carrying on about that little tad, / That, like as not, that baby was the first we'd ever had; / But, sakes alive! he isn't, yet we people make a fuss / As if the only baby in the world had come to us! / And, morning, noon, and night-time, whatever he may do, / Gran'ma, she laughs, / Gran'pa, he laughs, / Wife, she laughs, / And I, of course, laugh, too!