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