What shall I do with my baby
He cries most of the time
What shall I do? I don’t mean maybe
Shall I hang him on the line?
He cries most of the time
What shall I do? I don’t mean maybe
Shall I hang him on the line?
When baby begins to drip
And what shall I do with company here
And none can take him up
At another time he’s such a dear
While now He’s like a pup
And none can take him up
At another time he’s such a dear
While now He’s like a pup
When baby begins to drip
At my wits end, and life a muddle
For baby howls in church
Lo now in my lap a great big puddle
For There I let him perch.
For baby howls in church
Lo now in my lap a great big puddle
For There I let him perch.
When baby begins to drip
Run down the seat and on the floor,
He must me made of juice,
My face turns. He does some more
I’d cry but what’s the use.
He must me made of juice,
My face turns. He does some more
I’d cry but what’s the use.
When baby begins to drip
He is real sweet and Daddies plumb
But now he’ll whine and fret
I love the thing for love is dumb
But now the baby’s wet.
But now he’ll whine and fret
I love the thing for love is dumb
But now the baby’s wet.
When baby begins to drip
What shall I do for clean dry pants
He’s soaked clear to the bone
He squirms and twists as though with ants
How I wish that we were home.
He’s soaked clear to the bone
He squirms and twists as though with ants
How I wish that we were home.
When baby begins to drip
