THE LONESOME CHILD
Thebaby in the looking-glassIs smiling through at me;She has her teaspoon in her hand,Her feeder on for tea.And if I look behind her ICan see the table spread;I wonder if she has to eatThe nasty crusts of bread.Her doll, like mine, is sitting closeBeside her special chair,She has a pussy on her lap;It must bemycup there.Her picture-book is on the floor,The cover’s just the same;And tidily upon the shelfI see my Ninepin game.O baby in the looking glass,Come through and play with me,And if you will, I promise, dear,To eat your crusts at tea.
Thebaby in the looking-glassIs smiling through at me;She has her teaspoon in her hand,Her feeder on for tea.And if I look behind her ICan see the table spread;I wonder if she has to eatThe nasty crusts of bread.Her doll, like mine, is sitting closeBeside her special chair,She has a pussy on her lap;It must bemycup there.Her picture-book is on the floor,The cover’s just the same;And tidily upon the shelfI see my Ninepin game.O baby in the looking glass,Come through and play with me,And if you will, I promise, dear,To eat your crusts at tea.
Thebaby in the looking-glassIs smiling through at me;She has her teaspoon in her hand,Her feeder on for tea.
And if I look behind her ICan see the table spread;I wonder if she has to eatThe nasty crusts of bread.
Her doll, like mine, is sitting closeBeside her special chair,She has a pussy on her lap;It must bemycup there.
Her picture-book is on the floor,The cover’s just the same;And tidily upon the shelfI see my Ninepin game.
O baby in the looking glass,Come through and play with me,And if you will, I promise, dear,To eat your crusts at tea.