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   This is the baby I love!
   The baby that lies on my knee
   And dimples and smiles at me
While I strip it, and bathe it, and kiss it—oh!—
Till with bathing and kissing 't is all aglow;
   Yes, this is the baby I love!

   This is the baby I love!
   The baby all freshly dressed;
   That waking is never at rest;
That plucks at my collar and pulls my hair
Till I look like a witch, but I do not care;
   Oh, this is the baby I love!

   This is the baby I love!
   The baby that understands;
   And dances with feet and hands
And a sweet little whinnying eager cry
For the nice warm breakfast that waits it close by;
   Oh, this is the baby I love!

   This is the baby I love!
   The baby that tries to talk;
   The baby that longs to walk;
And oh! its mamma will wake some day
To find that her baby has—run away!
   My baby—the baby I love!