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WHEN BABY WANTS TO PLAY I woke to feel a fuzzy nose pressed tight against my own; Just roused enough for the request in a thin little tone, Preferred by just the littlest sweet babe with yellow hair And sleepy eyes: "Wake up now, dad, and kiss my Teddy bear; Wake up now, dad, and kiss my bear so him tan doe to freep; Him kied to have you kiss him, dad; him loves you dess a heap; Prease kiss my Teddy bear now, dad; now, daddy, wake and do; Prease wake an' kiss my Teddy bear, an' kiss your baby, too." And so I kissed the T'eddy bear, between a sigh and snore, And groped and found my watch, and found that it was only four! And then I kissed the baby, too, and told her: "Holy smoke! What made you come and wake me up? Do you think it's a joke! How dared you do It? Don't you think I want to sleep at all?" At that her under lip poked out and tears prepared to fall; But, as she always does before she puckers up and cries, Through the rainstorm about to break she looked into my eyes. She looked into my eyes and blinked, and blinked and blinked and blinked; And gradually as she winked, and winked and winked and winked, The tears went back, and as they went a dimple bit her cheek, A smile came blossoming across her lips, and she cried: "Peek! Yours baby saw you laughin', dad!" Then disap- peared the squall, "Yours baby saw you laughin', dad, an' you ain't mad at all! I'm frinks you ought to wake up, dad, as waky as can be; For sister-girl's afreep an' no one's up to play with me." And I thought-but You need not know what I thought, need not care- 'Twas such a peevish thought and had a "darn" in it somewhere, And I'm ashamed of It. To think that I should dare to care Because I'm roused at tour a. ill. to kiss a Teddy bear, And kiss a tousled pate and be coaxed to come out and play; I laughed into her eyes until I laughed the tears away! I've sat up nights when she was sick, she nearly went away- Why, bless her heart! What's four o'clock, when baby wants to play?
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