I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.
But the age of miracles hadn't passed.
If you'll promise not to cry, Baby, I will kiss you by-and-by—Maybe! Though you're six feet three, You will always be Nothing but a Baby, dear, to me.
Life is one long jubilee.
Oh, lady be good To me.
Deep, unspeakable suffering may well be called a baptism, a regeneration, the initiation into a new state.