Part 2 (2/2)

ANOTHER ”GOOD-NIGHT.”

Birds, birds, in the linden-tree, Low, low let your music be!

Bees, bees, in the garden bloom, Hushed, hushed be your drowsy hum!

Wind, wind, through the lattice waft Still, still, thy breathing soft!

Flowers, sweet be the breath you shed: Two little children are going to bed.

Eyes, eyes, 'neath your curtains white, Veiled, veiled be the sunny light!

Lips, lips, like the roses red, Soft, soft be your sweet prayers said!

Feet, feet, that have danced all day, Now, now must your dancing stay.

Low, low lay each golden head!

Two little children are going to bed.

”A BEE CAME TUMBLING”

A bee came tumbling into my ear, And what do you think he remarked, my dear?

He said that two tens make up a score, And really and truly I knew that before.

JINGLE.

I jumped on the back of a dragon-fly, And flew and flew till I reached the sky.

I pulled down a cloud that was hiding the blue, And all the wee stars came tumbling through.

They tumbled down and they tumbled round, And turned into flowers as they touched the ground.

So come with me, little children, come, And down in the meadow I'll pick you some.

LITTLE OLD BABY.

Little old baby, pretty old baby, Screams and cries at his little old bath, Pours on the head of his little old mother All the full vials of baby wrath.

Little old baby, pretty old baby, If you could see just how queer you look,-- Arms and legs in a knot together, Face twisted up in a terrible crook,--

How you would straighten out every feature, Masculine vanity all aflame!

Fie! what a noise from a little wee creature!

_Did_ they abuse him! and _was_ it a shame!

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