How would you like to be a baby?

There's lots of things that babies get 
And don't appreciate 
That we grown ups would like to have, 
And reckon "simply great!"
The darling girls kiss	baby, and 
He howls - the foolish boy! 
If they did that to us we'd all 
Lie down and kick for joy.

How would you like to be a baby? a bouncing little baby boy?
Fancy you, fancy me 
Dancing up and down upon a nice girls knee! 
We'd chance being call'd a silly gaby, our little life we would enjoy. 
How would you like to be a baby? a bouncing little baby boy?

There's baby's youthful aunties' fair,
Those two we all admire,
Will warm his tootsies on their lap
Before the bedroom fire.
We hear them from our room next door 
O'er baby bill and coo:
"The little pet had better go 
To rest between us two!"

And in the morn when we awake,
Into our old cold tub
We tumble shiv'ring, no one there
Our poor old chest to rub.
The baby's cooing as he's bathed,
Re-echoes through the place;
Then how we wish the darling girls 
Would 'Wash our little face!

Its true that baby sometimes our 
Commiseration wins
When into him they stick one of 
Those awful safety-pins.
But still we'd grin and bear it if, 
When we got through our yell,
We had a lovely girl to kiss
The place, and make it well.