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by on March 12th, 2015
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A little boy lies down to sleep

Upon his mothers breast

And soothing songs are sung to him

Which give him pleasant rest

These songs float on into his ears

Like gentle little streams

That carry many wondrous things

Into his little dreams

Like swaying trees and cradles,

Puppy dogs and snails,

Mocking birds and diamonds,

And boys and girls with pails

The songs a mother sings,

Express the joy she bids,

Since she provides the picture

For each time he closes his lids

Published Somerset Daily American 2007


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