That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;
Then it's sleep no thêm for baby, and it's sleep no thêm for me,
For, when he wants his dinner, why it's bữa tối, bữa ăn tối it must be!
And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado,
While gran'ma laughs,
And gran'pa laughs,
And wife, she laughs,
And I - well, I laugh, too!
You'd think, to see us carrying on about that little tad,
That, like as not, that baby was the first we'd ever had;
But, sakes alive! he isn't, yet we people make a fuss
As if the only baby in the world had come to us!
And, morning, noon, and night-time, whatever he may do,
Gran'ma, she laughs,
Gran'pa, he laughs,
Wife, she laughs,
And I, of course, laugh, too!
But once - a likely spell cách đây - when that poor little chick
From teething hoặc from some such ill of infancy fell sick,
bạn wouldn't know us people as the same that went about
A-feelin' good all over, just to hear him con quạ and shout;
And, though the doctor poohed our fears and đã đưa ý kiến he'd pull him through,
Old gran'ma cried,
And gran'pa cried,
And wife, she cried,
And I - yes, I cried, too!
It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place,
With his everlastin' crowing and his dimpling, loại bột luộc, bánh bao face;
The patter of his pinky feet makes âm nhạc 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 - bạn bet, I laugh, too!
