The Wild Baby

Narrator 1: Mama loved her baby Ben, Her small and precious child.
Narrator 2: But he always disobeyed her, he was reckless, loud and wild.
Narrator 3: Mama said to baby
Mama: Don’t use scissors, don’t eat toothpaste, Don’t go climbing on the shelf, and don’t go
bumping down the staircase, You are sur to hurt yourself.
Narrator 4: Baby disappeared one morning, when she should have been in bed.
Narrator 1: She found him sleeping soundly , on the wooden clock instead.
Narrator 2: He crept into her room one night, she snored and didn’t hear.
Narrator 3: Softly as the slyest cat, he climb the chandelier.
Narrator 4: He dangled there until it broke, then hurried out as mama woke.
Narrator 1: He fell into the toilet bowl, so he had to shout:
Baby: Mama! Hurry! Help! I’m stuck! Please Mama! Get me out!
Narrator 2: Mama rushed in terrified, and quickly pulled him back outside.
Narrator 3: He clambered up the kitchen sink, and dove in for a swim.
Narrator 4: He broke a lot of dishes, Mama really scolded him.
Baby: (to Mama) How come you never let me play!?
Narrator 1: He grumbled as he stormed away.
Narrator 2: He crawled into a big, blue sack, marched right into the hall.
Baby: Hello ! I’m back!
Narrator 1: Mama hugged him sack and all.
Narrator 2: She took him out to get some air, but all at once he wasn’t there.
Narrator 3: She shuddered as a car sped by, and surely was about to cry.
Narrator 4: But then she spied him in a tree, relaxing on a limb.
Narrator 1: She sat below, so when he fell, she softly cushioned him.
Narrator 2: Soon afterward, at lunchtime, baby Ben grew very ill.
Narrator 3: He had spots and dots all over, with a fever and a chill.
Narrator 4: So Mama put Ben to bed, she held his hand, she stroked his head.
Narrator 1: She kissed his nose, she rubbed his ears, he soon was well, she dried her tears.
Narrator 2: What happy noises then were made, as all that night they danced and played.
Narrator 3: One day she took him for a stroll, they walked and walked for hours.
Narrator 4: And when they reached a grassy knoll, she stop to gather flowers.
Narrator 1: But as she picked a small bouquet, he tiptoed off and slipped away.
Narrator 2: When Mama saw he wasn’t there, the tears streamed down her face.
Narrator 3: She wept and wept in great despair.
Mama: He’s gone without a trace. I’ll never find him in the wood, my baby Ben is lost for good.
Narrator 4: Then suddenly out popped his head,
Baby: A wolf just licked my face !
Narrator 1: He said.
Baby: I licked him back, he ran away, we won’t see him again today!
Narrator 2: Mama broke into smile and hugged him tightly for awhile.
Narrator 3: She bundled home her baby Ben,
All: Of course, He’s since run off again !!!