On Afternoons, When Baby Boy Has Had A Splendid Nap, And Sits, Like Any Monarch On His Throne, In Nurse'S Lap, In Some Such Wise My Handkerchief I Hold Before My Face, And Cautiously And Quietly I Move About The Place; Then, With A Cry, I Suddenly Expose My Face To View, And You Should Hear Him Laugh And Crow When I Say "Booh"! Sometimes The Rascal Tries To Make Believe That He Is Scared, And Really, When I First Began, He Stared, And Stared, And Stared; And Then His Under Lip Came Out And Farther Out It Came, Till Mamma And The Nurse Agreed It Was A "Cruel Shame" - But Now What Does That Same Wee, Toddling, Lisping Baby Do But Laugh And Kick His Little Heels When I Say "Booh!" He Laughs And Kicks His Little Heels In Rapturous Glee, And Then In Shrill, Despotic Treble Bids Me "Do It All Aden!" And I - Of Course I Do It; For, As His Progenitor, It Is Such Pretty, Pleasant Play As This That I Am For! And It Is, Oh, Such Fun I And Sure That We Shall Rue The Time When We Are Both Too Old To Play The Game "Booh!"