Classic Poem

Slip away to Slumber Land,
Baby, O, my baby,
Weary little foot and hand,
Baby, O, my baby;
You shall have a rattle, and
A woolly dog, a dragon grand:—
Finest fellow in the land,
Baby, O, my baby.

Cuddle down and close your eyes,
Baby, O, my baby,
See how snugly there he lies,
Baby, O, my baby;
Stars are peeping from the skies,—
How one so young can be so wise,
Is mightiest of mysteries,
Baby, O, my baby.