Sing a Song of Babies

By Elva White

Sing a song of babies
Small and soft and sweet
Orange Juice and Cod liver oil
and little pink feet
When his nap is over
Baby starts to sing
Now, isn't that a lovely dish
To set before a King?

Sing a song of babies
Diapers in a row,
With his tummy full of milk
Hear the baby crow.
Playing in his bath tub
Soft and sweet and clean
Now, isn't that a lovely dish
To set before a Queen?



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