To Babyland

I took a trip to Babytown, How wonderful it seemed! How did I go? Listen, I'll tell, I went to sleep and dreamed.

I thought I boarded a gallant bark With sails as white as milk; With masts of gold, and silver spars, And shrouds of corded silk.

Fashioned of cedar was the hull, The seats of padded down, Softly and swiftly away sailed we To the harbor of Babytown.

What did I see in Babytown? Why, smooth little hands and heads of curls, Hundreds of laughing, romping boys, Hundreds of shy, sweet girls.

Heads of hair like golden floss, Others like flax, so white, Some were auburn and some were brown, And some as black as night.

Hundreds of eyes of deepest blue, And hundreds of softest brown, And black and gray and hazel, too, Were winking, in Babytown.

Babies were there from every clime, White, yellow, black, and brown; From Arctic shore and tropic isles, They had come to Babytown.

There were beautiful queens in Babytown, Queens gentle as a dove, Who soothed the baby ills and fears With the magic wand of love.

But, as I gazed, in pleased surprise, On this scene so fair and sweet, The vision vanished and I found That I had been—asleep.

San Diego, California
Dorothy C. Retsloff