Adding Up the Baby

One mouth, one nose, and two brown eyes,

As blue as any summer skies;

Two ears so very pink and small,

One dimpled chin, but that’s not all.

One head of curling golden hair,

Two cheeks so very pink and fair,

Eight teeth and, well, perhaps a half

Whene’er she gives a hearty laugh.

Two arms, eight fingers and a pair

Of thumbs that wander everywhere;

Two legs, and last of all ten toes

That stand straight up whene’er she crows.

That makes just “forty two”, you say,

If added in the normal way;

Not much; it makes, I somehow think,

Just one good baby, plump and pink.

Jan. 28, ’05?