PEEK-A-BOO

 

Now don't you know it, Eyes-o-blue,

That dad can't play at peek-a-boo,

And sit up here all night with you ?

    He can’t indeed.

Now look here, Miss Stay-up-all-night-

Oh, peek-a-boo! now, that's all right-

You're--there! now duck down out of sight I

    What you do need

 

Is something-peek I oh, peek-a-boo!

Now duck again!-tucked onto you

Right where you sit! oh, yes you do !

    That’s right, now grin!

You star-eyed, laughter-loving mite!

You haven't things adjusted right;

Folks are supposed to sleep at night!

    And it’s a sin

 

To keep dad dodging back and forth,

Now jumping up for all he's worth,

I And losing sleep to give you mirth-

    Oh, peek-a-boo !

Peek! ah, there, Eyes! I see you now!

Why-where-is-Margie, anyhow?

Peek! there you are! I thought,

    I vow, I'd losted you!

 

What I had started out to say

Was, that the proper time to play

Was day, Miss Blue Eyes, just plain day;

    And night time deep

Was made for folks like you and me

To cuddle down snug as can be,

And go to sleep. Oh, Marjorie!

    Please go to sleep!

 

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