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Show Dickey Boy. "Now tell me a 'torv " savse wc ti. cy Boy. When night pins her robe with a star; When hushed is the strife of the workaday work-aday life And troubled tomorrow's afar. "Now tell me a 'tory." and cuddling close, His little head pressed o'er mv heart, He smiles as he waits for the tale Dad relates "Let's see; now how does it start?" t "It's 'bout a big, black bear," says wee Dickey Boy, As he cuddles closer to me. And thus well begun the bear storv is spun To wee Dickey Boy on my knee. "Pease tell it aden," murmurs wee Dickey Boy. But e're the old tale is retold Wee Dickey Boy's feet are soft pressing press-ing the street That is paved with sweet Slumber-land's Slumber-land's gold. Sometimes "Sing a song" is wee Dickey Dick-ey Boy's plea. And Dad's up against it for fair; For he lacks many things a man needs when he sings, Including the tone and the air. Eut to wee Dickey Boy Dad's a singer of fame. So Dad warbles of "birds in thi pie" "Dat s dood; sing aden," says Dickey Boy when He tries to rub sleep from his eye. Then of the old soldier with one wooden wood-en leg. And his comrade the sailor, I hum Till his soft, happy sighs and his tired closed eyes Inform me the sandman has come. Then I kiss the sweet lips of my wee Dickey Boy, And down in my heart 'way down deep I know fairies and gnomes sing to him as he roams Through JSlumbertown, county of Sleep. |