The Baby's Dance | ||||
~Ann Taylor | ||||
| Dance, little baby, dance up high, Never mind baby, mother is by; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There little baby, there you go: Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round. Then dance, little baby, and mother shall sing, With the merry gay coral, ding, ding, a-ding, ding. |
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
The Baby's Dance
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