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When the baby arrived
with its soft baby toys
and its bottles and diapers,
the rule was — No noise! |
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Speak in a whisper,
tiptoe around,
turn down the music,
don’t make a sound. |
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Shoes clipping-clopping?
Just wear your socks.
Don’t slam the screen door.
Don’t spill the blocks. |
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Stifle those giggles.
Don’t bang the drum.
Be quiet! Be quiet!
The baby has come. |
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But . . .
no one’s told baby
no noise is allowed,
’cause baby’s the noisiest
one in the crowd— |
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