Lizzie and the Baby

I wonder ef all wimmin air
  Like Lizzie is when we go out
To theatres an’ concerts where
  Is things the papers talk about.
Do other wimmin fret an’ stew
  Like they wuz bein’ crucified--
Frettin’ show or concert through,
  With wonderin’ ef the baby cried?

Now Lizzie knows that gran’ma’s there
  To see that everything is right,
Yet Lizzie thinks that gran’ma’s care
  Ain’t good enuff f’r baby, quite;
Yet what am I to answer when
  She kind uv fidgets at my side,
An’ asks me every now and then:
  “I wonder if the baby cried?”

Seems like she seen two little eyes
  A-pinin’ f’r their mother’s smile--
Seems like she heern the pleadin’ cries
  Uv one she thinks uv all the while;
An’ so she’s sorry that she come,
  An’ though she allus tries to hide
The truth, she’d ruther stay to hum
  Than wonder ef the baby cried.

Yes, wimmin folks is all alike--
  By Lizzie you kin jedge the rest;
There never wuz a little tyke,
  But that his mother loved him best.
And nex’ to bein’ what I be--
  The husband uv my gentle bride--
I’d wisht I wuz that croodlin’ wee,
  With Lizzie wonderin’ ef I cried.

Curated by First Verse from the public domain