extract from an Ogden Nash poem

First
Let the rockets flash and the cannons thunder,
This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder.
A staggering child, a child astounding,
Dazzling, diaperless, dumfounding,
Stupendous, miraculous, unsurpassed,
A child to stagger and flabbergast.
Bright as a button, sharp as a thorn,
And the only perfect one ever born.

Second
Arrived this evening at half past nine.
Everybody is doing fine.




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