From the Grand Forks Daily Herald, March 5, 1915. By Mary T. Holley.
What am I offered for Baby?
Dainty, dimpled and sweet
From the curls above his forehead
To the beautiful rosy feet,
From tips of his wee pink fingers
To the light of his clear blue eyes
What am I offered for Baby?
Who’ll buy? Who’ll buy? Who’ll buy?
What am I offered for Baby?
“A shop full of sweets?” Ah, no!
That’s too much beneath his value
Who is sweetest of all below!
The naughty, beautiful darling!
One kiss from his rosy mouth
Is better than all the dainties
Of East, or West, or South.
What am I offered for Baby?
“A pile of gold?” Ah dear,
Your gold is too hard and heavy
To purchase my brightness here.
Would the treasures of all the mountains
Far in the wonderful lands
Be worth the clinging and clasping
Of these dear little peach blow hands?
So what am I offered for Baby?
“A rope of diamonds?” Nay,
If your brilliants were larger and brighter
Than the stars of the milky way,
Would they ever be half so precious
As the light of those lustrous eyes
Still full of the heavenly glory
They brought from beyond the skies?
Then what am I offered for Baby?
“A heart full of love and a kiss.”
Well if anything ever could tempt me
‘Twould be such an offer as this.
But how can I know if your loving
Is tender and true and divine
Enough to repay what I’m giving
In selling this sweetheart of mine?
So we will not sell the Baby!
Your gold and gems and stuff
Were they ever so rare and precious
Would never be half enough!
For what would we care, my dearie,
What glory the World put on
If our beautiful darling was going,
If our beautiful darling was gone?