The tree leaves are murmuring hua-la-la, Baby's very sleepy and wants his mama; Go to sleep, my baby, and then go to bed, And any bogie-boo that comes, I'll knock him on the head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 2 by EZRA POUND |