My Little Brother

MY baby brother's fat, as fat
As any boy can be,
And he is just the sweetest duck
That ever you did see.

I count the dimples in his hands
A dozen times a- day,
And often wonder when he coos
What he would like to say.

I comb the down upon his head-
He has'nt any hair,-
It must be cold without, and yet
He never seems to care.

It is so nice to see him kick,
He has such pretty feet ;
I think if we might eat him up
It would be quite a treat.