That god-damned baby screeches. I am not a sympathetic man,
Not one to rush to pick up her, and say, "Now, now." I am, instead,
Inclined to put her in a crib somewhere downstairs in darkness,
And not come to her until she's shut her mouth. In that way,
She would learn that silence wins one better treatment than
Relentless screeching can. This is what one of my daughters
Had learn, and she turned out okay.