The telephone rang in my office to-day,
             as it often has tinkled before.
         I turned in my chair in a half-grouchy way,
             for a telephone call is a bore;
         And I thought, ‘It is somebody wanting to know
             the distance from here to Pekin.’
         In a tone that was gruff I shouted ‘Hello,’
             a sign for the talk to begin.
         ‘What is it?’ I asked in a terrible way.
             I was huffy, to tell you the truth,
         Then over the wire I heard my wife say:
             ‘The baby, my dear, has a tooth!’
 
         I have seen a man jump when the horse that he
             backed finished first in a well-driven race.
         I have heard the man cheer, as a matter of fact,
             and I’ve seen the blood rush to his face;
         I’ve been on the spot when good news has come
             in and I’ve witnessed expressions of glee
         That range from a yell to a tilt of the chin; and
             some things have happened to me
         That have thrilled me with joy from my toes to
             my head, but never from earliest youth
         Have I jumped with delight as I did when she
             said, ‘The baby, my dear, has a tooth.’
 
         I have answered the telephone thousands of times
             for messages both good and bad;
         I’ve received the reports of most horrible crimes,
             and news that was cheerful or sad;
         I’ve been telephoned this and been telephoned
             that, a joke, or an errand to run;
         I’ve been called to the phone for the idlest of chat,
             when there was much work to be done;
         But never before have I realized quite the thrill
             of a message, forsooth,
         Till over the wire came these words that I write,
             ‘The baby, my dear, has a tooth.’

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