At 4–5

We seem nothing but babies …
Ramsey at four is so weak he is in a baby-carriage,
And the twins have a double carriage between them,
And baby Doretta has a carriage, too …
Proudly Elsa and I walk beside this cavalcade …

We debouch on Central Park among a flotilla of babies,
One would think the world were very young …
And coming home, careless nurse spills Ramsey, and he strikes his head on the stones,
And a sweet woman takes the whole family into her house
And feeds us cookies and milk …
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