Benjamin Franklin King (Бенджамин Франклин Кинг)

Baby Up at Battenberg's

Heerd 'bout what's happened?
Why o' course ye has;
Baby up at Battenberg's
Hope it tain't the las'!

Doctor come at eight o'clock,
Rig all spleshed with clay;
Dad a trampin' up the hall,
Skeery?--I sh'd say!

Kind o' still 'roun' the house,
Folk on tiptoe walk
Tell the door is open
An' we hear a squawk!

Doctor whispers suthin'--
Daddy hollers: "No!"
Doctor says, "Twelve pounder!"
Daddy whoops out: "Sho!"

Daddy--happier'n a clam!
Mother doin' well;
Baby up at Battenberg's,
Haven't ye heerd tell?

1. The Yaller Jackets' Nest
2. Benton Harbor, Mich
3. How Often
4. No Harm Done
5. De Sun's Comin' Back

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