Sweet Pill
MY big son,
My own boy,
Baby is a sweet pill
That fills my soul with joy.
The Bat
BAT, bat, with your flowered shoes,
Come to us here in the room,
This little girl will be the bride,
And I will be the groom.
The Little Baldhead
YOU dear little baby,
Don’t you cry;
Your father’s drawing water
In the south, near by,
A red tasseled hat
He wears on his head;
Your mother’s in the kitchen
Making up bread.
Walk a step, walk a step,
Off he goes,
See from his shoe-tips
Peep three toes.