Googly-Go0

Of mornings, bright and early, When the lark is on the wing And the robin in the maple Hops from her nest to sing, From yonder cheery chamber Cometh a mellow coo - 'T is the sweet, persuasive treble Of my little Googly-Goo! The sunbeams hear his music, And they seek his little bed, And they dance their prettiest dances Round his golden curly head: Schottisches, galops, minuets, Gavottes and waltzes, too, Dance they unto the music Of my googling Googly-Goo. My heart - my heart it leapeth To hear that treble tone; What music like thy music, My darling and mine own! And patiently - yes, cheerfully I toil the long day through - My labor seemeth lightened By the song of Googly-Goo! I may not see his antics, Nor kiss his dimpled cheek: I may not smooth the tresses The sunbeams love to seek; It mattereth not - the echo Of his sweet, persuasive coo Recurreth to remind me Of my little Googly-Goo. And when I come at evening, I stand without the door And patiently I listen For that dear sound once more; And oftentimes I wonder, "Oh, God! what should I do If any ill should happen To my little Googly-Goo!" Then in affright I call him - I hear his gleeful shouts! Begone, ye dread forebodings - Begone, ye killing doubts! For, with my arms about him, My heart warms through and through With the oogling and the googling Of my little Googly-Goo!