A Sleepy Song
The butterfly swings on the flower asleep
And the little bird sleeps in the tree;
And down where the burrow is quiet and deep,
The little gray rabbits all cuddle a-heap—
So my baby must nestle to me,
By-low!
Nestle so closely to me.
The butterfly danced in the fields all day
And the birdie sang blithe on the bough;
And the little gray rabbits, they scampered in play—
But now they're in slumberland, all tucked away,
For this is the sleepy time now—
By-low!
Sleepy time, sleepy time now!
And the little bird sleeps in the tree;
And down where the burrow is quiet and deep,
The little gray rabbits all cuddle a-heap—
So my baby must nestle to me,
By-low!
Nestle so closely to me.
The butterfly danced in the fields all day
And the birdie sang blithe on the bough;
And the little gray rabbits, they scampered in play—
But now they're in slumberland, all tucked away,
For this is the sleepy time now—
By-low!
Sleepy time, sleepy time now!
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