Six Lullabies

Chipmunk, chipmunk, little and small,
Roll your stripes into a ball.

White horse, white horse, winter is warm
With a shaggy coat for wind and storm.

Owl, owl in the hemlock tree,
Hoot till morning for all of me.

Robber, robber, snug in your den,
Pick the bones of our old hen.

Lighthouse, lighthouse, tall by the shore,
Shine on the shipwreck no more.

Maple, maple over this roof,
What do you listen to, far off?

Train, train around Great Hill,
Whistle again and then be still.

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• by Mark van Doren (1894 - 1972)

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Down dip the branches,
The long leafy branches,
Down dip the branches
To bring old robin in.

Underneath the haytops,
The warm windy haytops,
Underneath the haytops
The mice are creeping home.

Soon it will be sunset,
Red and yellow sunset,
Soon it will be sunset,
With everything indoors.

Apples for supper,
Sing, sing for supper.
After, after supper,
Sing awhile in bed.

Mouse in the meadow,
The green sleepy meadow,
Mouse in the meadow,
Fold your little paws.

Robin in the branches,
The dark sleepy branches,
Old robin in the branches,
Shut, shut, shut your eyes.

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• by Mark van Doren (1894 - 1972)

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Where did he run to, 
That old rooster?
Fox, fox,
How fast did he run?

Where is the mule gone,
That old rope-tail?
Manger, manger,
Where is the mule?

Where are the kittens
The old black cat had?
Blinker, Blinker,
Where are the kittens?

Where does the dog sleep,
That old shepherd?
Lambs on the mountain,
Where is the dog?

Where is the bog boy
That swung on the gatepost?
Bedclothes, bedclothes,
Where is the boy?

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Old Ben Golliday
Jumped off the wagon box,
And trotted with his horses,
Clop, clop, clop.

Old Ben Golliday
Was angry with his little wife,
And didn't see her bonnet strings
Fly, fly, fly.

Didn't look around
At the thank-you-mam, thank-you-mam,
Didn't see her somersault
High, high, high.

Old Ben Golliday
Trotted to the barn door,
And went in with his horses
To sleep, sleep, sleep.

Old Ben Golliday,
Dozing in the manger there,
Don't you know your little wife
Sits in the sky?

Old Ben Golliday,
Who will get your dinner now,
Who will sew your buttons on?
My, my, my!

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• by Mark van Doren (1894 - 1972)

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Sleep, grandmother, sleep.
The rocking chair is ready to go,
And harness bells are hung in a row
As once you heard them
In soft snow.

Sleep, grandmother, sleep.
Your sons are little and silly again;
Your daughters are five, and seven, and ten;
And he that is gone
Was not gone then.

Sleep, grandmother, sleep.
The sleigh comes out of the winter woods
And carries you all in boots and hoods
To town for candy
And white dress goods.

Sleep, grandmother, sleep.
The rocking chair is old as the floor,
But there he nods, at the noisy door,
For you to be dancing 
One dance more.

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He cut one finger
And the other finger bled.
He cut off his head;
But he didn't have another,
So he's dead.

He shut one eye
And the other eye was gone.
He put his glasses on;
But he couldn't see to see,
So he's done.

The dwarf ate a giant
To become a giant too.
He grew and he grew,
But he couldn't hold him all,
So he's through.

The cot became a bed
And the bed became a boat.
But the boat couldn't float
Being heavy; and the lights
Went out.

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