Little Mothers by Carolyn Wells

The Little Mothers of the poor
They lead a jolly life, I’m sure;
For without being gray and old,
They’ve all a mother’s right to scold.
As eagerly each day they meet
To pass the gossip of the street,
Her baby-cart, each states with pride,
Is finest on the whole East side.
And each, her small charge will declare
The handsomest baby anywhere.
Oh, Grown-up Mothers, learn to praise
Your children and their pretty ways.

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