Of mornings, bright and early, <br />When the lark is on the wing <br />And the robin in the maple <br />Hops from her nest to sing, <br />From yonder cheery chamber <br />Cometh a mellow coo - <br />'T is the sweet, persuasive treble <br />Of my little Googly-Goo! <br /> <br />The sunbeams hear his music, <br />And they seek his little bed, <br />And they dance their prettiest dances <br />Round his golden curly head: <br />Schottisches, galops, minuets, <br />Gavottes and waltzes, too, <br />Dance they unto the music <br />Of my googling Googly-Goo. <br /> <br />My heart - my heart it leapeth <br />To hear that treble tone; <br />What music like thy music, <br />My darling and mine own! <br />And patiently - yes, cheerfully <br />I toil the long day through - <br />My labor seemeth lightened <br />By the song of Googly-Goo! <br /> <br />I may not see his antics, <br />Nor kiss his dimpled cheek: <br />I may not smooth the tresses <br />The sunbeams love to seek; <br />It mattereth not - the echo <br />Of his sweet, persuasive coo <br />Recurreth to remind me <br />Of my little Googly-Goo. <br /> <br />And when I come at evening, <br />I stand without the door <br />And patiently I listen <br />For that dear sound once more; <br />And oftentimes I wonder, <br />"Oh, God! what should I do <br />If any ill should happen <br />To my little Googly-Goo!" <br /> <br />Then in affright I call him - <br />I hear his gleeful shouts! <br />Begone, ye dread forebodings - <br />Begone, ye killing doubts! <br />For, with my arms about him, <br />My heart warms through and through <br />With the oogling and the googling <br />Of my little Googly-Goo!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/googly-go0/
