MY baby brother's fat, as fat

MY baby brother's fat, as fat

As any boy can be,

And he is just the sweetest duck

That ever you did see.

I count the dimples in his hands

A dozen times a- day,

And often wonder when he coos

What he would like to say.

I comb the down upon his head-

He has'nt any hair,-

It must be cold without, and yet

He never seems to care.

It is so nice to see him kick,

He has such pretty feet ;

I think if we might eat him up

It would be quite a treat.