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Show The Sleepyville Train. The chug-achug engine for Sleepyville street Is waiting for babes and tots: Aboard, heighty-tightys, in pajamas and nighties: Now we're off o'er the chimney-pots; Wo slip past the moon and the baby gold stars And into a cream-white cloud Then a fairy in pink gives a sly Utile wink, And whispers. "Don't talk too loud." Then out of the train to a dear little swin g. Where the old cat lies down dead And we sway and we sing, to a ting-a-ling-ling. Till each baby nods a head: Then the sand fay opens her gold-dust bag. And scatters it with her fan. And we breathe very deep, for we're dying to sleep, And dream of sweet Peter Pan! . Maxwil! Williams. |