Googly-Goo
Of mornings, bright and early,When the lark is on the wingAnd the robin in the mapleHops from her nest to sing,From yonder cheery chamberCometh a mellow coo—‘T is the sweet, persuasive trebleOf my little Googly-Goo!
The sunbeams hear his music,And they seek his little bed,And they dance their prettiest dancesRound his golden curly head:Schottisches, galops, minuets,Gavottes and waltzes, too,Dance they unto the musicOf my googling Googly-Goo.
My heart—my heart it leapethTo hear that treble tone;What music like thy music,My darling and mine own!And patiently—yes, cheerfullyI toil the long day through—My labor seemeth lightenedBy the song of Googly-Goo!
I may not see his antics,Nor kiss his dimpled cheek:I may not smooth the tressesThe sunbeams love to seek;It mattereth not—the echoOf his sweet, persuasive cooRecurreth to remind meOf my little Googly-Goo.
And when I come at evening,I stand without the doorAnd patiently I listenFor that dear sound once more;And oftentimes I wonder,“Oh, God! what should I doIf any ill should happenTo my little Googly-Goo!”
Then in affright I call him—I hear his gleeful shouts!Begone, ye dread forebodings—Begone, ye killing doubts!For, with my arms about him,My heart warms through and throughWith the oogling and the googlingOf my little Googly-Goo!