Rocking, or: Mocking bird

A ‘Waltz wave’

Rock-
a-bye,
ba-
by, on
the tree top,
when the
wind
blows, the
cradle will
rock... Yes, Dear, we're
right here with
you; don't
wor-
ry; close
your eyes... Hush,
little
ba-
by, don't
say...

18 thoughts on “Rocking, or: Mocking bird”

  1. Ha! Another of those things that as a child never made sense to me – Why would anyone who loved a baby put it in a tree top! Yikes… But I was caught up in the poem and had a wave of relief wash over me when you assured the babe that you were in the tree top too!

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