When baby wakes of mornings, <br />Then it's wake, ye people all! <br />For another day <br />Of song and play <br />Has come at our darling's call! <br />And, till she gets her dinner, <br />She makes the welkin ring, <br />And she won't keep still till she's had her fill - <br />The cunnin' little thing! <br /> <br />When baby goes a-walking, <br />Oh, how her paddies fly! <br />For that's the way <br />The babies say <br />To other folk "by-by"; <br />The trees bend down to kiss her, <br />And the birds in rapture sing, <br />As there she stands and waves her hands - <br />The cunnin' little thing! <br /> <br />When baby goes a-rocking <br />In her bed at close of day, <br />At hide-and-seek <br />On her dainty cheek <br />The dreams and the dimples play; <br />Then it's sleep in the tender kisses <br />The guardian angels bring <br />From the Far Above to my sweetest love - <br />You cunnin' little thing!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cunnin-little-thing/
