Do you see the darling babyLaughing in her crib?She has learned to get the bonnetAnd untie her bib.She pulls off her little stockingsPlaying with her toes.And her feet are soft as velvet,Pinky as the rose.Well, baby may be a motherIn a little while;So take care what things you teach herBy your word and smile.For she’ll be just what you make her,Selfish, proud and cold:Or she may be like the angels,Sweet and pure as gold.
Do you see the darling babyLaughing in her crib?She has learned to get the bonnetAnd untie her bib.She pulls off her little stockingsPlaying with her toes.And her feet are soft as velvet,Pinky as the rose.Well, baby may be a motherIn a little while;So take care what things you teach herBy your word and smile.For she’ll be just what you make her,Selfish, proud and cold:Or she may be like the angels,Sweet and pure as gold.
Do you see the darling babyLaughing in her crib?She has learned to get the bonnetAnd untie her bib.
Do you see the darling baby
Laughing in her crib?
She has learned to get the bonnet
And untie her bib.
She pulls off her little stockingsPlaying with her toes.And her feet are soft as velvet,Pinky as the rose.
She pulls off her little stockings
Playing with her toes.
And her feet are soft as velvet,
Pinky as the rose.
Well, baby may be a motherIn a little while;So take care what things you teach herBy your word and smile.
Well, baby may be a mother
In a little while;
So take care what things you teach her
By your word and smile.
For she’ll be just what you make her,Selfish, proud and cold:Or she may be like the angels,Sweet and pure as gold.
For she’ll be just what you make her,
Selfish, proud and cold:
Or she may be like the angels,
Sweet and pure as gold.
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