When little birdie bye-bye goes, Quiet as mice in churches, He puts his head where no one knows, On one leg he perches. When little babie bye-bye goes, On mother's arm reposing, Soon he lies beneath the clothes, Safe in the cradle dozing. When pretty pussy goes to sleep, Tail and nose together, Then little mice around her creep, Lightly as a feather. When little babie goes to sleep, And he is very near us, Then on tiptoe softly creep, That babie may not hear us. Lullaby! Lullaby! Lulla, Lulla, Lullaby! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST PROTESTS (AFTER A PAINTING BY HUGO BALLIN) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 21 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY by ROBERT BROWNING THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 3. WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ON THE SITE OF A MULBERRY-TREE PLANTED BY SHAKESPEARE ... by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |