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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;
