What a sleepy little baby,
He can hardly lift his head,
Really he can’t eat his supper,
He would rather go to bed.
All the day long, patter, patter,
Go the busy little feet,
And when night comes, he’s so tired,
Herbert doesn’t want to eat.
In the morning bright and early,
Out he pokes his little head,
Like a darling downy birdie,
From his little nesty bed.
Then he says, “won’t wake dear mama,
I’ll just kiss her on the eyes,”
And he creeps on tip-toe softly
To the spot where mama lies.
Wakes her up with hugs and kisses,
Then begins his busy day,
From the morning to the evening
He does nothing else but play,
Till he is so very tired,
He can’t eat his milk and bread.
All that Herbert wants or cares for
Just now, is to go to bed.