After the long and merry day,
Little cousin, tired of play,
Has fallen asleep in the rocking-chair.
Soft, let me whisper in her ear—
There are better places to rest, my dear;
Come, let us go up-stair.
She doesn’t waken. Now, eyes so bright,
Under a curtain, out of sight,
Cannot I get a glimpse of you?
Creep, creep, creep, mouse, creep,
Cautiously up the dimpled cheek—
Peek, peek-a-boo, boo!
Not a glimpse! Now, then, little girl,
I’ll tickle your ear with this stray curl,
This curl of your tangled hair.
Now I’ll count the dimples: One, two, three—
“Ha! ha!”—you rogue, you were fooling me!
Fooling me, I declare!