Booh!

On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,     And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap,     In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face,     And cautiously and quietly I move about the place;     Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view,     And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "Booh"!     Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared,     And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared;     And then his under lip came out and farther out it came,     Till mamma and the nurse agreed it was a "cruel shame" -     But now what does that same wee, toddling, lisping baby do     But laugh and kick his little heels when I say "Booh!"     He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then     In shrill, despotic treble bids me "do it all aden!"     And I - of course I do it; for, as his progenitor,     It is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I am for!     And it is, oh, such fun I and sure that we shall rue     The time when we are both too old to play the game "Booh!"