. McClure's magazine. dreamikins grow ;And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes, And here is a kiss on your dimpledown cheek,And here is a kiss for the treasure that liesIn a beautiful garden way up in the skies Which you mind these three kisses wherever you go—So, so, rock-a-by so ! Theres one little fumfay who lives there, I know,For he dances all night where the dreamikins grow ;I send him this kiss on your droopydrop eyes. I send him this kiss on your rosyred here is a kiss for the dream that shall riseWhen the fumfay shall dance in those far-away skies Which you seek.
. McClure's magazine. dreamikins grow ;And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes, And here is a kiss on your dimpledown cheek,And here is a kiss for the treasure that liesIn a beautiful garden way up in the skies Which you mind these three kisses wherever you go—So, so, rock-a-by so ! Theres one little fumfay who lives there, I know,For he dances all night where the dreamikins grow ;I send him this kiss on your droopydrop eyes. I send him this kiss on your rosyred here is a kiss for the dream that shall riseWhen the fumfay shall dance in those far-away skies Which you sure that you pay those three kisses you owe—So, so, rock-a-by so ! And, by-low, as you rock-a-by go,Dont forget mother who loveth you so !And here is her kiss on your weepydeep eyes, And here is her kiss on your peachypink cheek,And here is her kiss for the dreamland that liesLike a babe on the breast of those far-away skies WThich you seek—The blinkywink garden where dreamikins grow—So, so, rock-a-by so !. PARK YENOWINE, THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN, WROTE ON THE PHOTOGRAPH, TO WHOM SEEIN THINGSAT NIGHT IS DEDICATED. From a photograph by Stein, Milwaukee. SEEIN THINGS. I aint afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,An things at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice !Im pretty brave, I guess ; an yet I hate to go to bed,For when Im tucked up warm an snug an when my prayers are said,Mother tells me Happy dreams ! and takes away the light,An leaves me lyin all alone an seein things at night ! Sometimes theyre in the corner, sometimes theyre by the door,Sometimes theyre all a-standin in the middle uv the floor ;Sometimes they are a-sittin down, sometimes theyre walkin roundSo softly an so creepy-like they never make a sound !Sometimes they are as black as ink, an other times theyre white—But the color aint no difference when you see things at night ! Once, wrhen I licked a feller at had just moved on our street,An father sent me up to bed without
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