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THE TREE BUDS, by            
First Line: Rock-a-by, baby
Last Line: We love you. Good-bye.
Subject(s): Trees


Rock-a-by, baby,
Up in a tree,
Rock-a-by, baby,
What can we see?

Little brown cradles?
Yes, that is all;
Little brown cradles
Never will fall.

Where are the babies?
Oh! they are there,
Tucked in their blankets
Away from the air.

Dear little nurslings,
Quiet all day,
In their green nightgowns
Folded away.

North wind is piping
Loud lullaby;
He couldn't soften
His voice, did he try.

Sleep till the springtime
Brightens the sky.
Little leaf babies.
We love you. Good-bye.






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