Googly-Goo

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!