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WONDER ef all wimmin air

Like Lizzie is when we go out

To theatres an' concerts where

Is things the papers talk about.

Do other wimmin fret an' stew

Like they wuz bein' crucified—

Frettin' a show or concert through,

With wonderin' ef the baby cried?

Now Lizzie knows that gran'ma's there

To see that everything is right,

Yet Lizzie thinks that gran'ma's care

Ain't good enuff f'r baby, quite;

Yet what am I to answer when

She kind uv fidgets at my side,

An' asks me every now and then:

"I wonder if the baby cried?"

Seems like she seen two little eyes

A-pinin' f'r their mother's smile—

Seems like she heern the pleadin' cries

Uv one she thinks uv all the while;