Wee babies

Chapter 26: Spilt Milk.

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About This Book

A collection of short, illustrated verses that portray infants and toddlers in familiar domestic scenes—play, naps, mealtimes, mischief, outings, and simple fantasies. Each poem uses rhythmic, child-friendly language to celebrate sensory details, family relationships, and small adventures, often observing twins, siblings, neighborhood babies, and everyday mishaps like jam on the face or rainy-day confinement. The volume reads like a series of affectionate snapshots aimed at entertaining and soothing young readers and caregivers.

Spilt Milk.

Oh, you naughty little man,

Come away from that milk pan,

Mustn’t touch, bad boy, no, no,

You must mind when I say so.

But you want it, yes, I know,

You must wait until you grow

Big like papa, then you can

Look at ev’ry dish and pan.

Little prying fingers near,

Little eyes that peep and peer,

Into ev’ry drawer and nook,

Basket, box, and shelf, and book.

Now you’ve done it, oh, dear me!

See how naughty you can be,

Spilt the milk and drenched yourself,

I must find a higher shelf.

Don’t cry, darling, never mind,

Mama will not be unkind,

Little frightened darling man,

Mama’ll whip that old milk pan.