A Song For Baby by G. Cooper

Nuts for all the baby-birds
In the merry budding spring;
Roses, where the dusty bees
May sip and cling.

Shade for all the pretty lambs
That in the summer stray;
Hedges, where the crickets chirp
Their time away.

Holes, where nimble squirrels hide
When autumn hours are chill;
Heaping barns, where horse and cow
Have shelter still.

Homes for rabbit, mouse, and mole,
When winter strews the ground;
But mother’s arms for baby dear
The whole year round!