King Baby

By Laurence Alma-Tadema

King Baby on his throne

Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!

King Baby on his throne

Sits reigning all alone.

His throne is Mother's knee,

So tender O, so tender O!

His throne is Mother's knee,

Where none may sit but he.

His crown it is of gold,

So curly O, so curly O!

His crown it is of gold,

In shining tendrils rolled.

His kingdom is my heart,

So loyal O, so loyal O!

His kingdom is my heart,

His own in every part.

Divine are all his laws,

So simple O, so simple O!

Divine are all his laws,

With Love for end and cause.

King Baby on his throne

Sits reigning O, sits reigning O!

King Baby on his throne

Sits reigning all alone.