The First Tooth by Mary and Charles Lamb









The First Tooth
Mary and Charles Lamb


(Sister's Point of View)


Through the house what busy joy,

Just because the infant boy

Has a tiny tooth to show.

I have got a double row,

All as white, and all as small;

Yet no one cares for mine at all.

He can say but half a word,

Yet that single sound's preferr'd

To all the words that I can say

In the longest summer day.

He cannot walk, yet if he put

With mimic motion out his foot,

As if he thought, he were advancing,

It's prized more than my best dancing.




(Baby Brother's Point of View)


Sister, I know, you jesting are,

Yet O! of jealousy beware.

If the smallest seed should be

In your mind of jealousy,

It will spring, and it will shoot,

Till it bear the baneful fruit.

I remember you, my dear,

Young as is this infant here.

There was not a tooth of those

Your pretty even ivory rows,

But as anxiously was watched,

Till it burst its shell new hatched,

As if it a Phoenix were,

Or some other wonder rare.

So when you began to walk--

So when you began to talk--

As now, the same encomiums past.

'Tis not fitting this should last

Longer than our infant days;

A child is fed with milk and praise.