“ Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top When the wind blows the cradle will rock When the bough bends the cradle will fall Down comes the baby cradle and all. Old Nursery Rhyme
“ Hush my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. Isaac Watts
“ Sweetest li'l feller everybody knows Dunno what to call him but he's mighty lak' a rose Lookin' at his mammy wid eyes so shiny blue Mek' you think that Heav'n is comin' clost ter you. Frank L. Stanton
