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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
WHEN DADDY ROCKS THE KID
Little daughter, fair and sweet With dainty baby charms; Making every joy complete As from mamma's arms Very tenderly she's laid;— (Mamma's smiles are hid— Sees the queer maneuvers made When daddy rocks the kid!)
Darling, winsome as can be— Blossom sweet and rare; Hears the tuneful melody From the rocking chair. Never heard such songs before,— (And guess he never did) Language new—and tunes galore. When daddy rocks the kid!
Though forty times, ere day is done, From work he homeward comes; To hold his precious little one And see it suck its thumbs—
