Song To Be Sung By The Father Of Infant Female Children Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEDDDFF GHGHIIJJKK LMLMFDFDNN OPOPQRQRSSTTRTT RRQQRRUUVV| My heart leaps up when I behold | A |
| A rainbow in the sky | B |
| Contrariwise my blood runs cold | A |
| When little boys go by | B |
| For little boys as little boys | C |
| No special hate I carry | D |
| But now and then they grow to men | E |
| And when they do they marry | D |
| No matter how they tarry | D |
| Eventually they marry | D |
| And swine among the pearls | F |
| They marry little girls | F |
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| Oh somewhere somewhere an infant plays | G |
| With parents who feed and clothe him | H |
| Their lips are sticky with pride and praise | G |
| But I have begun to loathe him | H |
| Yes I loathe with loathing shameless | I |
| This child who to me is nameless | I |
| This bachelor child in his carriage | J |
| Gives never a thought to marriage | J |
| But a person can hardly say knife | K |
| Before he will hunt him a wife | K |
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| I never see an infant male | L |
| A sleeping in the sun | M |
| Without I turn a trifle pale | L |
| And think is he the one | M |
| Oh first he'll want to crop his curls | F |
| And then he'll want a pony | D |
| And then he'll think of pretty girls | F |
| And holy matrimony | D |
| A cat without a mouse | N |
| Is he without a spouse | N |
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| Oh somewhere he bubbles bubbles of milk | O |
| And quietly sucks his thumbs | P |
| His cheeks are roses painted on silk | O |
| And his teeth are tucked in his gums | P |
| But alas the teeth will begin to grow | Q |
| And the bubbles will cease to bubble | R |
| Given a score of years or so | Q |
| The roses will turn to stubble | R |
| He'll sell a bond or he'll write a book | S |
| And his eyes will get that acquisitive look | S |
| And raging and ravenous for the kill | T |
| He'll boldly ask for the hand of Jill | T |
| This infant whose middle | R |
| Is diapered still | T |
| Will want to marry My daughter Jill | T |
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| Oh sweet be his slumber and moist his middle | R |
| My dreams I fear are infanticiddle | R |
| A fig for embryo Lohengrins | Q |
| I'll open all his safety pins | Q |
| I'll pepper his powder and salt his bottle | R |
| And give him readings from Aristotle | R |
| Sand for his spinach I'll gladly bring | U |
| And Tabasco sauce for his teething ring | U |
| Then perhaps he'll struggle though fire and water | V |
| To marry somebody else's daughter | V |
Ogden Nash
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