Arthur Rodman’s “Jingles” Booklet-Pages 25-26

    BABY’S BIRTHDAY

Baby’s one year old today;
See her at her childish play.
There she is upon the floor,
With her playthings by the score.

Now she finds a picture book,
And she stops to take a look.
There’s a rooster, big and red,–
Funny thing upon his head.

There’s a hippopotamus,
With a big and ugly tusk,
Then a great rhinoceros;
That old bear looks pretty cross.

See the leopard’s spotted coat,
And the funny bearded goat.
Donkeys, ducks and turkeys, too;
Why, this book’s a perfect zoo.

Lion, tiger, tall giraffe;
Kittens, dogs and baby calf
Brindle cow with bag of milk;
Chicks with down as fine as silk.

How she loves her dolly dear,–
Tries to whisper in her ear;
Sweetly kisses lips so red,
Then she stands her on her head.

See her pull her Teddy’s ear
Hard enough to bring a tear.
Now she swats him on his nose,
Then goes hunting for his toes.

Next she finds a sawdust dog,
Then a little baby hog.
Now she’s broken all his legs,
And he’ll have to stand on pegs.

There’s a wooden hobby horse,
Which for wear is much the worse.
Puts the dog upon his back,
They (sic – “Then”) they tumble down ka-whack.

What an awful lot of junk,–
Railroad trains to climbing monk;
Pencils, blocks, and teething rings;
Glad we saved those old playthings.

BABY’S BIRTHDAY-Cont.

Seven years they’ve been in store
Waiting for sweet Number Four.
Tho her toys are second hand,
She’s the sweetest in the land.

But, my friend, ‘twixt me and you,
Tho I love her thru and thru,
Yet, as sure as I’m alive,
I don’t want a Number Five.

              GRIT

When Old Trouble comes along,
Better greet him with a song.
I’ll not whine and cringe and cry,
But be up and “do or die.”

Always do your very best,
Never mind about the rest;
Dig all day with might and main,
Do not mind a little pain.

Be a man from foot to head;
Soon Old Trouble will be dead.
All you need is grace and grit,
And a little Mother wit.

Darkest hours, sages say,
Just preceed (sic) the dawn of day.
Clouds that look as black as sin,
Oft are silver-lined within

Have some pep and push and pluck,
And don’t you trust too much to luck.
Do not be a quitter, Sam;
They’re not worth a tinker’s dam.*
(*This is not a “swear” word.)

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