It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place,
With his everlastin’ crowing and his dimpling, dumpling face;
The patter of his pinky feet makes music everywhere,
And when he shakes those fists of his, good-by to every care!
No matter what our trouble is, when he begins to coo,
Old gran’ma laughs,
And gran’pa laughs,
Wife, she laughs,
And I – you bet, I laugh, too!
~ Eugene Field