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Boo by Eugene Field, read for LibriVox.org by Mickey. On afternoons when baby boy has had a splendid nap, and sits like any monarch on his throne in nurse's lap, in some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face, and cautiously and quietly I move about the place, then with a cry I suddenly expose my face to view, and you should hear him laugh and cry when I say Boo.
Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared, and really when I first began he stared and stared and stared, and then his underlip came out and farther out it came, till mama and the nurses agreed it was a cruel shame. But now what does that same wee toddling lispy baby do but laugh and kick his little heels when I say Boo?
He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then in shrill despotic tremble bids me, Do it all a dane, and I, of course I do it, for as his progenitor, it is such pretty pleasant play as this that I am for, and it is oh such fun, and I am sure that we shall rue the time when we are both too old to play the game Boo. End of poem.
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