Nursery Rhymes…
(Or Conversations with the Baby)
Nursery rhyme
Rock me...Mother
Rock me in time
for I have no other
until I love a brother
My father had gone on to war
and has been killed in action
He will come home anymore
He chose to do his patriotic chore
Nursery rhymes...nursery rhyme
Rock me…dear mother
Rock me in time
Love me as no other
Rock me and groom me
and keep me close in your sight
until into a man I am grown
and I too...must leave to fight
the seeds of hate that are sown
Little one...I will rock you in time...
keeping you close to this heart of mine
and pray for a world with fighting no more
and…never...
Nursery rhymes...nursery rhymes
I am the one for whom the bell chimes.
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