Baby Feet by Edgar Guest
Tell me, what is half so sweetAs a baby’s tiny feet,Pink and dainty as can be,Like a coral from the sea?Talk of jewels strung in rows,Gaze upon those little toes,Fairer than a diadem,With the mother kissing them!
It is morning and she liesUttering her happy cries,While her little hands reach outFor the feet that fly about.Then I go to her and blowLaughter out of every toe;Hold her high and let her placeTiny footprints on my face.
Little feet that do not knowWhere the winding roadways go,Little feet that never tire,Feel the stones or trudge the mire,Still too pink and still too smallTo do anything but crawl,Thinking all their wanderings fair,Filled with wonders everywhere.
Little feet, so rich with charm,May you never come to harm.As I bend and proudly blowLaughter out of every toe,This pray, that God aboveShall protect you with His love,And shall guide those little feetSafely down life’s broader street.
Tell me, what is half so sweetAs a baby’s tiny feet,Pink and dainty as can be,Like a coral from the sea?Talk of jewels strung in rows,Gaze upon those little toes,Fairer than a diadem,With the mother kissing them!
It is morning and she liesUttering her happy cries,While her little hands reach outFor the feet that fly about.Then I go to her and blowLaughter out of every toe;Hold her high and let her placeTiny footprints on my face.
Little feet that do not knowWhere the winding roadways go,Little feet that never tire,Feel the stones or trudge the mire,Still too pink and still too smallTo do anything but crawl,Thinking all their wanderings fair,Filled with wonders everywhere.
Little feet, so rich with charm,May you never come to harm.As I bend and proudly blowLaughter out of every toe,This pray, that God aboveShall protect you with His love,And shall guide those little feetSafely down life’s broader street.
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