WHEN he in his cradle sleepin', Wid dat purty smile er his, His mammy come a-creepin' En wake him wid a kiss. En den it's "Go ter sleepy, Sweetheart, fer mammy's sake." But, ain't a bit er use in it: She kiss him right awake! She allus dar a-peepin' En talkin' out lak dis: "He look so purty sleepin' I 'bleege ter steal a kiss!" En den it's "Go ter sleepy, Sweetheart, fer mammy's sake!" But, ain't a bit er use in it-- She kiss him right awake! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD GAZELLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU UNGRATEFULNESS by GEORGE HERBERT THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM THE WOLF AND THE DOG by JEAN DE LA FONTAINE FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CONQUERED BANNER by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN |