birdies, upon the elm-tree,Where the long limbs wave gently and free ;Tough as a bow-string, and drooping and small,Nothing can break them to give you a fall:Rock-a-by, birdies, along with the breeze,All the leaves over you humming like bees ;High away, low away, come again, go!Go again, come… … Never mind, birdies, how lightly it swings,Mother-bird covers you close with her wings.High away, low away, come again, go !Go again, come again, rock-a-by-low! Rock-a-by, birdies, theres no one to tire ;Mother rides with you; her wings are like fire;All the bright feathers are round you so…
Children's poetry · Picture books for children
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