BABY'S got no legs at all;
They're soft and pinky, crumpied things.
If he stood up he'd only fall;
But then, you see, he's used to wings.
Baby, baby, bye,
Close your little eye!
When the dark begins to creep
Tiny-wees must go to sleep.
Lammy, lammy, lie,
I am seven, I;
Little boys must sleep and wait
If they want their bed-time late.
Fidgy, fidgy, fie,
There's no need to cry!
Soon you'll never dress in white,
But sit up working half the night.
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