Baby Fingers - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
BABY FINGERS. Copyright, 1895, by T. B. Harms & Co. Words by John C. Fowler. Music by Charles E. Pratt. 
A little tot of less than two, is my sweet baby boy: With golden curls and eyes of blue, he is my darling joy. His tricks are e'er a pleasure rare, the mem'ry often lingers, of mischief he, in childish glee, plays with those baby fingers. 
| CHORD'S. Little baby fingers, little baby hands, Twisting everything awry they find; Pretty little fingers, soft and snowy hands. With the greatest mischief e'er entwined. 
Sometimes, when papa is not near, he'll play some baby prank; With salt he'll fill the coffee-mill, and try to turn the crank. He'll mix the pepper with our tea, for days the flavor lingers; We're made quite ill, but cherish still those little baby fingers.- Chorus. 
To take him from his little bed, I go each opening day; He'll cover up his little head and start his roguish play; He'll hide his stockings and his shoes, and if we're loath to linger, To cry he'll try, and in each eye will thrust a baby finger.- Chorus.