  "Hi!" said the baby. "Ho!" said the baby. "Ha!" said the baby, "I won't go to sleep! Naughty old mother, You make such a pother, Just for to bother You, awake I will keep. "Dance!" said the baby. "Prance!" said the baby. "Perchance," said the baby, "You think I'm a goose. Vainly you're dreaming Of rest, and your scheming To silence my screaming Is all of no use. "Sing!" said the baby. "Ring!" said the baby. "Bring," said the baby, "My rattles and toys. Still I will weep, oh! Awake I will keep, oh! Won't go to sleep, oh! Will make a noise! "Walk!" said the baby. "Talk!" said the baby. "I'll balk," said the baby, "Your efforts, one and all. Still I'll be scorning, When, towards the morning, Without any warning Asleep I will fall." |
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