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 BAB Y IS KING. 343

To stare at the bundle ;

Then onward he goes, Like an elephant trying

To walk on his toes.

The queen of the ballroom

Throws loyally down Before him the roses

She wore in her crown, And sings little love-songs

Of how she loves best The fair baby blossom

She rocks on her breast.

Good aunties and cousins

Before him bow low, Though he rumples the ringlets,

Twists collar and bow ; He bids the nurse walk

With His Majesty s self, And cries when she stops,

Like a merciless elf.

He flings right and left

His saucy fat fist, And then the next moment

Expects to be kissed. He demands people s watches

To batter about, And meets a refusal

With struggle and shout.

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