The Little Sister

Baby's got no legs at all, They're soft and pinky, crumpled things; If he stood up he'd only fall: But then, you see, he's used to wings.

Baby baby bye, Close your little eye! When the dark begins to creep, Tiny-wees must go to sleep.

Lammy lammy lie, I am seven, I; Little boys must sleep and wait, If they want their bed-time late.

Fidgy fidgy fie, There's no need to cry! Soon you'll never dress in white, But sit up working half the night....