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...WHEN WILL LOVE COME? by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY THE QUESTION ANSWER'D by WILLIAM BLAKE THE CLERKS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 8 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON NEXT DAY; IN THE TRAIN by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA |