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Besides my little son's imagination, / Another thing he has appeals to me / And agitates my envious admiration --
It's his accommodating memory.
An instant after some unlucky stumble / Has floored him and induced a howl of pain, / He's clean forgotten all about his tumble / And violently sets out to romp again.
But if, when I leave home, I say that maybe / I'll get him something nice while I'm away, / It's very safe to bet that Mr. Baby / Will not forget, though I be gone all day.
Ah, would I might lose sight of things unpleasant: / The bills I owe; the work I haven't done.
And only think of future joys and present, / Like the approaching payday, and my son.