The baby in the looking-glass br Is smiling through at me; br She has her teaspoon in her hand, br Her feeder on for tea. br br And if I look behind her I br Can see the table spread; br I wonder if she has to eat br The nasty crusts of bread. br br Her doll, like mine, is sitting close br Beside her special chair, br She has a pussy on her lap; br It must be my cup there. br br Her picture-book is on the floor, br The cover's just the same; br And tidily upon the shelf br I see my Ninepin game. br br O baby in the looking-glass, br Come through and play with me, br And if you will, I promise, dear, br To eat your crusts at tea.