Fooled

You lie pink as the cloudlets

    That the springtime mornings spill,

With a little rubber pacifier

    Keepin’ of you still;

An’ you kick your pink heels at me,

    An’ you goo-goo an’ you sing,

An’ you couldn’t be no gladder

    If you had the real thing.

An’ you gurgle at your daddy,

    An’ you kick at him and goo,

An’ that rubber pacifier

    Seems a hearty meal to you.

 

The world don’t hold no other thing

    So sweet, I think, as you;

And when you reach up to me,

    An’ you gurgle an’ you goo

For your dad to stoop an’ take you,

    Then I think you’re mighty sweet,

From your round, bald crown way down to

    Your two kicking, dimpled feet;

An’ I never git done laughin’,

    Never have an never will,

At the rubber pacifier

    That’s a-keepin’ of you still.

 

It aint so much the things we’ve got

    That pleasure us a lot,

It’s more the things we make ourselves

    Believe that we have got;

An’, babe, you aint no foolisher

    Than us grown-ups appear

To the Lord way up in heaven

    When he looks at us down here;

But I laugh until my head aches,

    An’ I giggle, yes I do,

Thinkin’ how that little rubber

    Pacifier’s foolin’ you.

 

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