Say about the Three Pigs,
And what the soldier said,
Wynken song and Tom, Tom,
And piggy-back to bed.
Little boys are sleepy, sleepy,
Never mind they prayers,
Let them wait for mother here,
Father's knees for chairs.
Sufi, singing like a kettle,
Or a nightingale,
Puts his nose against our toes
And smoothes them with his tail.
Here comes mother with the blankets
Bundled on her chest,
Holding them and folding them
For two boys' nest.
Boys washed and pillows patted,
Everything's all right,
Picture books to cuddoo up,
And please leave the light.
Hey Dee and Hey Ho!
And little Bo-Peep,
One story, two songs,
To make the boys asleep.
Say about Red Riding Hood
And what the Bunyip said,
Wynken song and Tom, Tom,
And piggy-back to bed.
"IDEAS"
Please can I have a light, mother?
I never know what to do
When the Three Bears ride on the White Bell-horse,
And the Mermaid gallops to Banbury Cross,
And the Cheshire Cat says "Moo!"
Gnomes come round with prickly wings
And squeeze in under the clo's,
The dark gets full of story things,
The window-moon says "Fee, fo, fum!"
And the Pigs that went to market come
And nibble at my toes!
Two big eyes walk round the room,
Fierce Pirate Ships go by;
And Sleeping Beauty straddles a broom
And falls all down the sky;
The Man in the Moon waits underneath
And gobbles her up with great big teeth,
And that's what makes me cry!
The things you tell in the afternoon
Get mixed and won't come right;
"Fee-fo-fum!" says the Window-Moon--
It's the little candle they fear, mother,
Will you leave the candle here, mother?
Please can I have a light?