Thursday, August 25, 2011

rock-a-bye.

Rock A BYe BAbY, In The Tree TOP.
WHen The Wind BLOwS, The CraDle WilL ROck.
WHeN The BouGh BrEaKs, THe CRadle WIlL FAll.
ANd DOwn WIll Come BAbY, CraDle And AlL.


BaBy Is DROwSing, COsy aNd FAir.
MOther Sits NEaR, In HeR THOrnY CHIaR.
FOrWaRd ANd BAck, THe CRadlE She SWINgs.
ANd THoUgH BaBY SLEEps, He STIll HEARs Her SCReamS.


FRom The HigH ROOfTOps, DOwn TO tHE SeA.
No ONE'S As DeaR, As BAbY TO mE.
Wee LIttLE FINgerS, EYeS wiDE AnD bRigHT.
NOw SOund AsleeP... 


UnTIL MorNIng LighT..."

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