A song for the baby, sweet little Bopeep; Come, wee Willie Winkie, and sing her to sleep. Come toss her high up, and trot her low down; This is the road to Brinklepeeptown. Come, press down her eyelids, and sing in her ear The wonderful songs that in Dreamland we hear. The chime of the waters, the drone of the bees, The tales that the blossoms are telling the breeze. For, spite of her crowing and cooing, I see The baby is sleepy as sleepy can be. Down flutter the eyelids--dear little Bopeep, Now whist! Willie Winkie, she's gone fast asleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE BATTLE-FIELD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION ON THE DEATH OF DR. ROBERT LEVET, A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE DAUGHTER OF MENDOZA by MIRABEAU BONAPARTE LAMAR |