Wee babies

Chapter 33: The New Baby.

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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.

The New Baby.

My very own little sister,

Isn’t she bright,

For such a mite?

She is so wee,

I wonder if she

Would cry, and scream, if I kissed her.

Say, will she break if I hold her?

How queer that some day

She’ll learn how to say,

Twice two are four—

And many things more—

And go to school when she’s older.

Fancy those tiny feet running.

Isn’t it queer

To think she is here?

To think she will grow?

I’d just like to know

What does make babies so cunning.