DOWN AT THE BABY STORE
(Alfred Bryan / Harry Von Tilzer, 1904)
"Mamma" sighs a lad, "I'm lonely, since our baby's gone away,"
As he looks toward a mansion, where some children are at play;
"Can't I have a little sister, tell me ain't there any more?"
Mamma hides her tears and answers, "Yes dear, at the baby store;"
'Cause we're poor I have no playmates;" says the lad with tear dimmed eyes,
"Some one there will surely love me,"
Then he drops his toys and sighs:
By an orphan home he pauses, sees the children round the door,
In a childish voice he whispers, "This must be the baby store;"
Spies a lonesome little lassie, golden hair and eyes of blue,
Takes her by the hand to mamma, says "I've brought her home to you;
For like me she's poor and lonely, and her mamma dear is dead,"
Then he puts his arms around her,
As with childish pride he said:
Down at the baby store,
Down at the baby store, I'll find a girlie that looks like you,
Nice golden hair and sweet eyes of blue,
I'll bring her home to stay,
With me she'll always play;
There's one I am sure,
Who'll love me though I'm poor,
Down at the baby store."