Eugene Field

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

Poems of Eugene Field

281. When The Poet Came 4/9/2010
282. Wine, Women, And Song 4/9/2010
283. Winfreda 1/1/2004
284. With brutus in st. jo 1/1/2004
285. With Trumpet and Drum 1/1/2004
286. With two spoons for two spoons 1/1/2004
287. Wynken, Blynken, and Nod 1/20/2003
288. Yvytot 1/1/2004

"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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