His Sixth Birthday.
He has given up his cradle --and his little worsted ball. He bus hidden all his dolls behind the door; He must have a rocking horse, And a hardwood top. of course. Fur he isn’t mamma’s baby any more. He has out off all his curls—they are only lit. for girls, And has left them in a heap upon the floor; For he’s six years old to-day. And he’s glad to hear them say That he isn't mamma's baby any more. He has pockets In his trousers, like hts older brother, Jim, Tho’ he thinks lie should have had them long before* Has now shoes laced to tho top, ”l’is a puzzle where they stop; And he isn't mamma’s baby any more. Tie has hoard his parents sigh, and Ims greatly wondered why They are sorry when he has such bliss In store; For he’s now their darling boy. And: he will bo their pride and Joy, Tho’ he cannot be their baby any more.
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New Zealand Graphic, 6 April 1907, Page 40
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168His Sixth Birthday. New Zealand Graphic, 6 April 1907, Page 40
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