Classic Poem

If your baby should burst into crying,
If she rouses the house with her din,
It may be the wee thing has started in teething,
Or has swallowed a needle or pin.
Don't worry! You'll soon have the darling
As cheerful and spry as a colt
If you'll turn to the pages—the wonderful pages—
The pages of Old Doctor Holt.

Perhaps the poor dear has lumbago,
The gout or some such childish ills.
Though baby is fretful, don't fill the dear pet full
Of oil, paregoric and pills.
Just heed the advice that I give you
And your fears and your worries will bolt—
Just turn to the pages—the wonderful pages—
The pages of Old Doctor Holt.

Don't mind if the sweet little angel
Develops a radical flair.
Don't cry or be shocked, or quick phone for the doctor,
If baby should start in to swear.

Doc Holt will take care of her morals,
He'll bring the child round with a jolt,
For it's all in the pages—the wonderful pages—
The pages of Old Doctor Holt.