THE STORK

Last night the Stork came stalking,

And, Stork, beneath your wing

Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber,

The tiniest little thing!

From Babyland, out yonder

Beside a silver sea,

You brought a priceless treasure

As gift to mine and me!

Last night my dear one listened —

And, wife, you knew the cry —

The dear old Stork has sought our home

A many times gone by!

And in your gentle bosom

I found the pretty thing

That from the realm out yonder

Our friend the Stork did bring.

Last night a babe awakened,

And, babe, how strange and new

Must seem the home and people

The Stork has brought you to;

And yet methinks you like them —

You neither stare nor weep,

But closer to my dear one

You cuddle, and you sleep!

Last night my heart grew fonder —

O happy heart of mine,

Sing of the inspirations

That round my pathway shine!

And sing your sweetest love-song

To this dear nestling wee

The Stork from‘ Way-Out-Yonder

Hath brought to mine and me!