BEDTIME'S come fu' little boys. Po' little lamb. Too tiahed out do make a noise, Po' little lamb. You gwine t' have to-morrer sho'? Yes, you tole me dat befo', Don't you fool me, chile, no mo', Po' little lamb. You been bad de livelong day, Po' little lamb. Th'owin' stones an' runnin' 'way, Po' little lamb. My, but you 's a-runnin' wil', Look jes' lak some po' folks chile; Mam' gwine whup you atter while, Po' little lamb. Come hyeah! you mos' tiahed to def, Po' little lamb. Played yo'se'f clean out o' bref, Po' little lamb. See dem han's now -- sich a sight! Would you evah b'lieve dey's white? Stan' still twell I wash 'em right, Po' little lamb. Jes' cain't hol' yo' haid up straight, Po' little lamb. Had n't oughter played so late, Po' little lamb. Mammy do' know whut she 'd do, Ef de chillun's all lak you; You 's a caution now fu' true, Po' little lamb. Lay yo' haid down in my lap, Po' little lamb. Y' ought to have a right good slap, Po' little lamb. You been runnin' roun' a heap. Shet dem eyes an' don't you peep, Dah now, dah now, go to sleep, Po' little lamb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREENNESS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE SUPPLIANT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER THE ACHARNIANS: IN PRAISE OF THE POET by ARISTOPHANES TO BARON DE STONNE WITH AIKIN'S ESSAYS ON SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MEN OF WAKE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |