TH THE ROCK-A-BY LADY HE Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet, There is one little dream of a beautiful drum- There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum, And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams 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? So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet, A THE BOTTLE TREE BOTTLE TREE bloometh in Winkyway land- 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; The Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day! 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), 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 |