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<h2> THE HAPPY HOUSEHOLD </h2>
<p>It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,<br/>
That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;<br/>
Then it's sleep no more for baby, and it's sleep no more for me,<br/>
For, when he wants his dinner, why it's dinner it must be!<br/>
And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado,<br/>
While gran'ma laughs,<br/>
And gran'pa laughs,<br/>
And wife, she laughs,<br/>
And I—well, I laugh, too!<br/>
You'd think, to see us carrying on about that little tad,<br/>
That, like as not, that baby was the first we'd ever had;<br/>
But, sakes alive! he isn't, yet we people make a fuss<br/>
As if the only baby in the world had come to us!<br/>
And, morning, noon, and night-time, whatever he may do,<br/>
Gran'ma, she laughs,<br/>
Gran'pa, he laughs,<br/>
Wife, she laughs,<br/>
And I, of course, laugh, too!<br/>
But once—a likely spell ago—when that poor little chick<br/>
From teething or from some such ill of infancy fell sick,<br/>
You wouldn't know us people as the same that went about<br/>
A-feelin' good all over, just to hear him crow and shout;<br/>
And, though the doctor poohed our fears and said he'd pull him through,<br/>
Old gran'ma cried,<br/>
And gran'pa cried,<br/>
And wife, she cried,<br/>
And I—yes, I cried, too!<br/>
It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place,<br/>
With his everlastin' crowing and his dimpling, dumpling face;<br/>
The patter of his pinky feet makes music everywhere,<br/>
And when he shakes those fists of his, good-by to every care!<br/>
No matter what our trouble is, when he begins to coo,<br/>
Old gran'ma laughs,<br/>
And gran'pa laughs,<br/>
Wife, she laughs,<br/>
And I—you bet, I laugh, too!<br/></p>
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