Poems of childhood . night,But the little snowflake at my breastLiketh the song I sing the best — Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;Weary thou art, a-next my heart Sleep, little one, sleep. [27] THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE HAVE you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?T is a marvel of great renown!It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop seaIn the garden of Shut-Eye Town;The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet (As those who have tasted it say)That good little children have only to eatOf that fruit to be happy next day. When youve got to the tree, you would have a hard time To capture the fruit which I
Poems of childhood . night,But the little snowflake at my breastLiketh the song I sing the best — Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;Weary thou art, a-next my heart Sleep, little one, sleep. [27] THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE HAVE you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?T is a marvel of great renown!It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop seaIn the garden of Shut-Eye Town;The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet (As those who have tasted it say)That good little children have only to eatOf that fruit to be happy next day. When youve got to the tree, you would have a hard time To capture the fruit which I sing;The tree is so tall that no person could climb To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing!But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat, And a gingerbread dog prowls below —And this is the way you contrive to get at Those sugar-plums tempting you so: You say but the word to that gingerbread dog And he barks with such terrible zestThat the chocolate cat is at once all agog, As her swelling proportions attest. [28]. £** *.
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