A MUSICAL SKETCH.

Otago Witness, Issue 1340, 4 August 1877, Page 19

A MUSICAL SKETCH.

ANDANTE DOIOEOSO. This is the baby — how he cries ! Tears on his cheeks — tears in his eyes ; What is it, pet ? he doesn't know. Was it a pin that the nurse stuck in Where it didn't belong ? Something is wrong : It's a sorrowful world — he finds it so. Each morning brings a sad surprise In the shape of a tub ; he kicks and cries, But into it he is obliged to go. Then there's the trial of being dressed — Scratches and bumps, and all the rest— Cutting his teeth — deary me, what a woe ! He now has four ; and twenty more Are thinking of poming — don't tell him so, ' Twould be such a blow. A sad, sad world ! he doesn't find Many things in it quite to his mind, .And those that he does he never gets ; And ho cries about it, and scolds and frets. He'd like the moon. Couldn't have it, no — no ! It's swung too high up in the sky For baby fingers to pull it low. A sad, sad world !— everything is wrong! He has to cry the whole day long To do the case justice ; to cry and to sigh — A tear on his cheek — a tear in hia eye — ■ And if sometimes he finds relief And soothes his woe With syrup compounded by Mrs Wvublow. The pause is brief j — In a moment or so H« shuts his eyes and puckers his face, Opens his mouth, regardless of grace, And off he goes — oh dear! oh, oh !