Treasure Island

Eugene Field

(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

Poems of Eugene Field

241. The Two Coffins 4/9/2010
242. The two little skeezucks 1/1/2004
243. The Vision Of The Holy Grail 4/9/2010
244. The wanderer 1/1/2004
245. The wind 1/1/2004
246. The wooing of the southland 1/1/2004
247. Thirty-nine 1/1/2004
248. To A Bully 4/9/2010
249. To A Jar Of Wine 4/9/2010
250. To a soubrette 1/1/2004
251. To a Usurper 1/1/2004
252. To Albius Tibullus 4/9/2010
253. To Aristius Fuscus 4/9/2010
254. To Chloe 4/9/2010
255. To cinna 1/1/2004
256. To De Witt Miller 4/9/2010
257. To emma abbott 1/1/2004
258. To His Lute 4/9/2010
259. To John J. Knickerbocker, Jr. 4/9/2010
260. To Leuconoee 4/9/2010

"booh!"

On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,
And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap,
In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face,
And cautiously and quietly I move about the place;
Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view,
And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "Booh"!

Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared,
And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared;

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