Alexander Seymour, "The Baby" (1927)
By Alexander Seymour
Sweetest little t'ing on earth,
No one knows how much you's worth!–
Though I know you's worth a lot–
More than any other tot :
There's no baby anywhere
Is as sweet as you, my dear.
Dearest t'ing a body knows,
Sweeter than the sweetest rose
In the June-time, in the Spring,
Dearer than the dearest t'ing;
Matters not who else I see,
You's the clearest chil' to me.
Brightest, cutest little eyes
Lak the sun in Summer's skies ;
Cunnin' little moufe an' nose,
Teeth o' pearl, an' cheeks o' rose,–
Goodness lan's, you's so complete
It's no wonder you's so sweet!
Got a smile so deep an' broad,
An' yo' ways jes' one sweet chord;
Dearest, I mus' git you tol':
You is worth yo' weight in gol'!
Sell you! Not far any price!–
You's too dear, too sweet, an' nice.
Published in The Messenger, March 1927