Classic Poem

The other night as in my bed
I lay profoundly sleeping,
An angel babe with hairless head
Came through the darkness creeping;
And, waking at the dawn of day,
Bliss percolated through me
When, smiling in her artless way,
She murmured " papa " to me.

Strange, was it not? But stranger still
What next claimed my attention —
The robes of wealth with tuck and frill
Too numerous to mention.
Whence came these bibs with lace bedecked —
These flannels all so handy?
And who could possibly suspect
The coming of Miss Dandy?

Well, she shall live a thousand years,
Unmindful of each morrow;
Her eyes shall know no plash of tears,
Her heart no touch of sorrow;
And she shall dress in silk and lace
And feed on taffy candy —
God bless her fussy little face,
My little angel dandy!