The Little Sister

Baby's got no legs at all,

They're soft and pinky, crumpled things;

If he stood up he'd only fall:

But then, you see, he's used to wings.

Baby baby bye,

Close your little eye!

When the dark begins to creep,

Tiny-wees must go to sleep.

Lammy lammy lie,

I am seven, I;

Little boys must sleep and wait,

If they want their bed-time late.

Fidgy fidgy fie,

There's no need to cry!

Soon you'll never dress in white,

But sit up working half the night....