It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;
Then it's sleep no more for baby, and it's sleep no more for me, For, when he wants his dinner, why it's dinner it must be!
And of that lacteal fluid he partakes with great ado, While gran'ma laughs, And gran'pa laughs, And wife, she laughs, And I - well, I laugh, too!
You'd think, to see us carrying on about that little tad, That, like as not, that baby was the first we'd ever had;
But, sakes alive! he isn't, yet we people make a fuss As if the only baby in the world had come to us!
And, morning, noon, and night-time, whatever he may do, Gran'ma, she laughs, Gran'pa, he laughs, Wife, she laughs, And I, of course, laugh, too!
But once - a likely spell ago - when that poor little chick From teething or from some such ill of infancy fell sick, You wouldn't know us people as the same that went about A-feelin' good all over, just to hear him crow and shout;
And, though the doctor poohed our fears and said he'd pull him through, Old gran'ma cried, And gran'pa cried, And wife, she cried, And I - yes, I cried, too!
It makes us all feel good to have a baby on the place, With his everlastin' crowing and his dimpling, dumpling face;
The patter of his pinky feet makes music everywhere, And when he shakes those fists of his, good-by to every care!
No matter what our trouble is, when he begins to coo, Old gran'ma laughs, And gran'pa laughs, Wife, she laughs, And I - you bet, I laugh, too!
SO, SO, ROCK-A-BY SO!
So, so, rock-a-by so!
Off to the garden where dreamikins grow;
And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes, And here is a kiss on your dimpledown cheek And here is a kiss for the treasure that lies In the beautiful garden way up in the skies Which you seek.
Now mind these three kisses wherever you go - So, so, rock-a-by so!
There's one little fumfay who lives there, I know, For he dances all night where the dreamikins grow;
I send him this kiss on your droopydrop eyes, I send him this kiss on your rosyred cheek.
And here is a kiss for the dream that shall rise When the fumfay shall dance in those far-away skies Which you seek.
Be sure that you pay those three kisses you owe - So, so, rock-a-by so!
And, by-low, as you rock-a-by go, Don't forget mother who loveth you so!
And here is her kiss on your weepydeep eyes, And here is her kiss on your peachypink cheek, And here is her kiss for the dreamland that lies Like a babe on the breast of those far-away skies Which you seek - The blinkywink garden where dreamikins grow - So, so, rock-a-by so!
