DANCE, little baby, dance up high: Never mind, baby, mother is by; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There, little baby, there you go; Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round: Dance, little baby, and mother shall sing, With the merry gay coral, ding, ding-a-ding, ding. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUDGE NOT by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER INDIAN NAMES by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY SONNET by KATHARINE REBECCA ADAMS EDITHA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS SONNET: LOVE'S DEPTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ILLIMITABLE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD |