Blowing Bubbles

Bright and ready, little Eddie
     On a stool sits blowing bubbles;
Round his mouth his laughter runs
Like the ripples over stones,
For he is a merry fellow,
     Very free from baby troubles.

Like a tattered rainbow, scattered
     On a glove as thin as air is,
The bright colors glide and swim
Round the growing bubble’s rim,
Till it seems a wee world peopled
     With gay troops of dancing fairies.

Hoity-toities! how his bright eyes
     Laugh to see it! “Tee it, Muzzer!”
(“See it, Mother,”—the words trip
Sweet as kisses on his lip,)
Then, at that world’s sudden bursting
     Laughs he,—“I tan make anuzzer!”

Every ready, darling Eddie
     Blows again his broken bubbles,
Never wasting any tears
When a bright one disappears;
But, as happy in their breaking
As the making, blows “anuzzer,”
     And laughs down his baby troubles.