Baby.

I’m just a little baby, I pray you let me sleep; Please let me have my own way, for I don’t want to weep. I love to lay and stretch, of Heav’n I love to think, That sunny home I came from; just one more little wink. Don’t take me in your arms, and keep on rocking me; That I should be a good child, no reason I can see; Don’t sing so loud, my pink ears are tender little things, But like a little goldfinch a-flopping of its wings. Don’t kiss me on my lips, do kiss me on my hair; And, if you’ll turn my head around you’ll find a bald spot there; And when folks come to call, then please don’t dress me up In that long white dress, that’s starched from the bottom up to the top. And use a soft cloth on my face; It need not be of finest lace. And don’t come near my nose or eyes, Dat’s why little folks like me cries; But lay me tenderly in my crib to rest, To grow, and coo—I love that best.