Sleepy Head
Nannie calls me sleepy head! But, when winter winds are blowing, Cold, so cold, it’s most like snowing— Oh, it’s snug and warm hi bed! Sleepy? ’Course I’m not to-night, When my Nannie sits a-sewing, With the lamplight softly glowing. And the tire is burning bright! Think I’ll sit as still as still; Watch the fire make funny faces; Pictures, too, of queerest places, Like an old Dutch water-mill. When I’m big as brother Ted, Then we’ll sail the seas together; , Sail the seas in stormy weather, And—but, Nannie shakes her head: “Laddie, dear, it’s time for bed; Soon your dreams null take you roaming. Leave me lonely in the gloaming. Now, you’re still, my sleepy hetul.” —Faith Adair.
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Dominion, Volume 30, Issue 113, 6 February 1937, Page 25
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