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A SLEEPY SONG by CHARLES BUXTON GOING

First Line: THE BUTTERFLY SWINGS ON THE FLOWER ALSEEP
Last Line: SLEEPY TIME, SLEEPY TIME NOW!
Subject(s): BUTTERFLIES; INSECTS; SLEEP; BUGS;
The butterfly swings on the flower asleep,
And the little bird sleeps in the tree;
And down where the burrow is quiet and deep,
The little gray rabbits all cuddle a-heap--
So my baby must nestle to me.
By-low!
Nestle so closely to me.

The butterfly danced in the fields all day
And the birdie sang blythe on the bough;
And the little gray rabbits, they scampered in play--
But now they're in Slumberland, all tucked away,
For this is the sleepy time now--
By-low!
Sleepy time, sleepy time now!



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