Tuggin' at your bottle, <br /> An' it's O, you're mighty sweet! <br />Just a bunch of dimples <br /> From your top-knot to your feet, <br />Lying there an' gooin' <br /> In the happiest sort o' way, <br />Like a rosebud peekin' at me <br /> In the early hours o' day; <br />Gloating over goodness <br /> That you know an' sense an' clutch, <br />An' smilin' at your daddy, <br /> Who loves you, O, so much! <br /> <br />Tuggin' at your bottle, <br /> As you nestle in your crib, <br />With your daddy grinnin' at you <br /> 'Cause you've dribbled on your bib, <br />An' you gurgle an' you chortle <br /> Like a brook in early Spring; <br />An' you kick your pink feet gayly, <br /> An' I think you'd like to sing. <br />All you wanted was your dinner, <br /> Daddy knew it too, you bet! <br />An' the moment that you got it <br /> Then you ceased to fuss an' fret. <br /> <br />Tuggin' at your bottle, <br /> Not a care, excepting when <br />You lose the rubber nipple, <br /> But you find it soon again; <br />An' the gurglin' an' the gooin' <br /> An' the chortlin' start anew, <br />An' the kickin' an' the squirmin' <br /> Show the wondrous joy o' you. <br />But I'll bet you're not as happy <br /> At your dinner, little tot, <br />As the weather-beaten daddy <br /> Who is bendin' o'er your cot!<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dinner-time-4/
