Peek-A-Boo

The cunningest thing that a baby can

Is the very first time it plays peek-a-boo;

When it hides its pink little face in its hands,

And crows, and shows that it

What nurse, and mamma and papa, too,

Mean when they hide and cry, "Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo."Oh, what a wonderful thing it is,

When they find that baby can play like this;

And everyone listens, and thinks it

That baby's gurgle means "Peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo";

And over and over the changes are

On the marvelous infant who talks so young.

I wonder if any one ever knewA baby that never played peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.'Tis old as the hills are.

I

Cain was taught it by Mother Eve;

For Cain was an innocent baby, too,

And I am sure he played peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.

And the whole world full of the children of men,

Have all of them played that game since then.

Kings and princes and beggars, too,

Everyone has played peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.

Thief and robber and ruffian bold,

The crazy tramp and the drunkard old,

All have been babies who laughed and

How to hide, and play peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo.