Charlie, don't rush, don't rush, go slow
One step, two step, go slow
Tip toe, tip toe, shhhhhh
Don't wake the kids up, on sesamme street
They are off, to the dream land, on santa's slegde
Onto to fantasy land in distance poles
Fellow; rockabye, rockabye baby
Tip toe tip toe, shhhh
Don't wake the baby up
Go slow, go slow, don't wake the brace-band
Don't rush, don't rush go slow, go slow
Oopsy daisy, its too late;
Bang bang, ching ching po pooooooo
Now lets just go Ice-skating
Round around, Christmas trees
Tip toe, tip toe, shhhhh
Don't go waking the baby now
If this didn't make any sense, it wasn't meant to...:)
ha - nice! and i'm in for the ice skating...smiles
ReplyDeleteIt's a lullaby, and I think I hear the cradle rock. Good poem, Kodjo.
ReplyDeleteYou create a nice tapestry of childhood influences. Reminds me of many things about growing up——including the directives to shhhh. Cool poem, Kodjo.
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeleteAlways fun to see what people do with the prompt. Very refreshing take.
ReplyDeleteLovely thoughts, skating in the night without waking the baby up... Never happens that way, but what fun to watch the little ones on the rink.
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