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<h2> "BOOH!" </h2>
<p>On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,<br/>
And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap,<br/>
In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face,<br/>
And cautiously and quietly I move about the place;<br/>
Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view,<br/>
And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "Booh"!<br/>
Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared,<br/>
And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared;<br/>
And then his under lip came out and farther out it came,<br/>
Till mamma and the nurse agreed it was a "cruel shame"—<br/>
But now what does that same wee, toddling, lisping baby do<br/>
But laugh and kick his little heels when I say "Booh!"<br/>
He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then<br/>
In shrill, despotic treble bids me "do it all aden!"<br/>
And I—of course I do it; for, as his progenitor,<br/>
It is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I am for!<br/>
And it is, oh, such fun I and sure that we shall rue<br/>
The time when we are both too old to play the game "Booh!"<br/></p>
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