Come to the land where babies grow,
Like flowers in the green, green grass.
Tiny babes that swing and crow
Whenever the warm winds pass,
And laugh at their own bright eyes aglow
In a fairy looking-glass
Come to the sea where the babies sail
In ships of shining pearl,
Borne to the west by a golden gale
Of sunbeams all awhirl;
And perhaps a baby brother will sail
To you, my little girl.
Nursery Rhymes A, B
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