Lullaby

You are much too big to dandle, And I will not leave the candle. Go to sleep. You are growing naughty, rather, And I'll have to speak to father. Go to sleep! If you're good I shall not tell, then. Oh, a story? Very well, then. Once upon a time, a king, named Crawley Creep, Had a very lovely daughter . . . . You don't want a drink of water! Go to sleep! There! There! Go to sleep.

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I wonder why I wear a tie. It is not warm to wear; But if I left it off someone would say it was not there.

I wonder, if I took a whiff of father's pipe for fun, Would I be big and strong like him, or just his small, sick son?

I wonder when our old white hen will know her squawk betrays her. I think she lets us find her eggs just so that we shall praise her.

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