The New-Born Baby's Song Poem by Bryan Waller Procter
The New-Born Baby's Song
When I was twenty inches long,
I could not hear the thrush's song;
The radiance of the morning skies
Was most displeasing to my eyes.
For loving looks, caressing words,
I cared no more than sun or birds;
But I could bite my mother's breast,
And that made up for all the rest.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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4/26/2024 10:53:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Another bloke nicking this from Frances Cornford