  A BOTTLE TREE bloometh in Winkyway land— [Image unavailable.] Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! A snug little berth in that ship I demand That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babies away Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day And reacheth its fruit to each wee, dimpled hand; For colic’s a nuisance that doesn’t exist! So cuddle me close, and cuddle me fast, Image unavailable: THE BOTTLE TREE. And cuddle me snug in my cradle away, Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! The Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day! Heigh-ho for Winkyway land! Makes bellies of Bottle-Tree babies expand— And that is a trick I would fain understand! Heigh-ho for a bottle to-day! And heigh-ho for a bottle to-night— A bottle of milk that is creamy and white! So cuddle me close, and cuddle me fast, And cuddle me snug in my cradle away, For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast— Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! |
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