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THE ROCK-A-BY LADY

HE Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street
Comes stealing; comes creeping;

The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,
And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet-

She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,
When she findeth you sleeping!

There is one little dream of a beautiful drum-
"Rub-a-dub!" it goeth;

There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum,
And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come
Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum,
And a trumpet that bloweth !

And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams
With laughter and singing;

And boats go a-floating on silvery streams,

And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams, The fairies go winging!

Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet?
They'll come to you sleeping;

So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet,
For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street,
With poppies that hang from her head to her feet,
Comes stealing; comes creeping.

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THE BOTTLE TREE

BOTTLE TREE bloometh in Winkyway land-
Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!

A snug little berth in that ship I demand

That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babies away

Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day

And reacheth its fruit to each wee, dimpled hand;
You take of that fruit as much as you list,
For colic's a nuisance that doesn't exist!
So cuddle me close, and cuddle me fast,
And cuddle me snug in my cradle away,
For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast-
Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!

The Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day!
Heigh-ho for Winkyway land!

And Bottle-Tree fruit (as I've heard people say) Makes bellies of Bottle-Tree babies expandAnd that is a trick I would fain understand! Heigh-ho for a bottle to-day!

And heigh-ho for a bottle to-night

A bottle of milk that is creamy and white! So cuddle me close, and cuddle me fast,

And cuddle me snug in my cradle away,

For I hunger and thirst for that precious repastHeigh-ho for a bottle, I say!

THE

DINKEY-BIRD

N an ocean, 'way out yonder

IN

(As all sapient people know),
Is the land of Wonder-Wander,
Whither children love to go;
It's their playing, romping, swinging,
That give great joy to me
While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing
In the amfalula tree!

There the gumdrops grow like cherries,

And taffy's thick as peas—

Caramels you pick like berries

When, and where, and how you please;

Big red sugar-plums are clinging

To the cliffs beside that sea

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