He's a very naughty baby,
For he will not shut his eyes
And go to sleep, though I have done
My best to hush his cries.
I've trotted him, I've patted him,
I've given him some food;
But nothing that I do for him
Will do him any good.
I've sung a little lullaby,
The one that mother sings;
One that to weary little ones,
Sweet slumber, always brings.
I've scolded him, I've shaken him,
All sorts of things I've tried;
But the naughty, noisy baby-man
Will not be pacified.
He screams so loud he frightens me;
He's getting worse and worse.
I do wish mother would come home,
Or get this boy a nurse.
I'll toss him up, I'll tumble him,
Play "creep-mouse," and "bo-peep,"
Perhaps if I can make him laugh,
The laugh will make him sleep.
You naughty, naughty baby,
How could you vex me so?
One would not think you ever cried,
To hear you laugh and crow!
Hush, hush! He's getting tired out:
Now very still I'll keep;
There's nothing like a hearty romp,
To put a child to sleep!