Hush, hush, baby mine; Pussy climbs the big green pine, Mother turns the mill-stone, Father, to kill the pig has gone; Sister's in the garden there, Culling buds and flowers fair, Sweetest flowers for baby. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG BUCOLIC COMEDY: FOX TROT by EDITH SITWELL |