My Little Brother

               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.