The DeSmet leader. (DeSmet, Kingsbury Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1883-12-29
BABY's sOLlLOQUY.
Mamie Luke


My goodness gracious' what has happened
Quite suddenly feel and hear and see.
What are these great big creatures round ms
herei
Compared with me big giants they appear.
Two different sorts there are; one sort with
hair
Upon their faces; tother doesn't wear
1t thus, | see, but on their heads the show
Is wonderful! The first have legs to go
About with; tothefs haven't any, yet
About the room mysterious get.
don't catch on to IL; can't see how
'Tis done. But I'll not fret about 1t now;
Some day III know, perhaps.
A boy, they say
l am. Well, what's a boy, now, anyway
A little one like met The big ones-what
Are they I'd like to knowi A funny lot
or creatures, truly; some arc eyeing me
As though were freshcaught chimpanzee;
Some have an unconcerned and iistless air,
As though were an every-da affair;
Others look tickled and of pleasure full,
While two--one Of each sort-look quite too
Beatified for anything; and you
Must not forget It'll
What's that hear 'em say; and t'other's Ma.
Now, what is Pa and what Is Ma to me,
Or me to either ones cannot sec;
fail to grasp the situation here,
Where ali the things look to me 80 strnngs
and queer.
The one that coaches me--'tis one OF those
That have no iegs--says when In rep0H,
For all the world like Pa exactly look,
That from Pm my features wholly took.
All this Is Dutch TO mel
But there comes one
Same sort Of creature-Saying on the run,
That ! of Ma the perfect image am.
Ito mel "You precious cherubr' "Sos .
clamr'
Roars Pa, and laughs out paralyzing sounds.
"A healthy cherub! twelve good solid
pounds"
"a cherub what's cherubo ooh. you bear,"
The other says; and then, II do declare
I'm thankful that he doesn't look like you
The very picture-Im so glad-cf Lu!
Her nose-her very eyes ani mouth and
Chin
"Ha, hai" roars Pa. "why dom, you say Ter
skin"
The cub NJ rcd as lobst'r boiled
you wretch the other cries, "ycn should
be broiled
For calling him a 'cub'--that precious boy
I'm down Oh Pa for that, his mothers JOY 4
And pride the pootsy' 'wootsy, little dear
Now, amt 'ou, Chubsy f'-for my private ear;
Then kisses me and squeezes till I-well,
I'm forced to scream "a loud as can yeli
'sThe kid" says Pa-so I'm hid, you mind
"The kid has fortyhorsepower lungs ard
wind:
III nOtUlIlR W kOcs hlI'tss Will
He'll make, II fate will keep his lungs In trim,
An Al licensed venderr
shameful Ned!
! You couldn't--no--an auctioneer have said"
! The other crics-Mas sister. SO learn,
| The speaker is-and how her eyes do burnt
Concerning NE, gets into wild dispute
With her who has the charge Of me-ths
brute,
To iounce me, as she does, almost to death
| You see--l-l-can kardly--catch my
breath.
Now will drown all voices with my yells--
Less sweet are they than sounds Of silver
| bells
And Bcdlam's loose, you thinki
Can be blamed,
| When Pa insults Ma and the she untamed
Jounces the life right out OF me, almost,
And with hard thumps, called pats" gives
| me n roast,
As twere--am to blame, In these extremes.
For giving vent to forty horse power screamsi
Well, 4: am, do not care jot;
| Blame me until kettle makes 1t up with pot,
But v III scream and scieaml