Besides My Little Son'S Imagination, Another Thing He Has Appeals To Me And Agitates My Envious Admiration - It's His Accommodating Memory. An Instant After Some Unlucky Stumble Has Floored Him And Induced A Howl Of Pain, He's Clean Forgotten All About His Tumble And Violently Sets Out To Romp Again. But If, When I Leave Home, I Say That Maybe I'll Get Him Something Nice While I'm Away, It's Very Safe To Bet That Mr. Baby Will Not Forget, Though I Be Gone All Day. Ah, Would I Might Lose Sight Of Things Unpleasant: The Bills I Owe; The Work I Haven't Done. And Only Think Of Future Joys And Present, Like The Approaching Payday, And My Son.