Cradle-Songs of Goldilocks
Beetle ladies form a ring
Round Miss Ladybird,
And, when she says anything,
Smirk at every word,
Bow at what they've heard.
Grasses all the meadow through
Wear wee bells of heavenly blue,
And some hundred ants there, too.
Listen from behind the stalks.
Hark now when the lady talks!
Round Miss Ladybird,
And, when she says anything,
Smirk at every word,
Bow at what they've heard.
Grasses all the meadow through
Wear wee bells of heavenly blue,
And some hundred ants there, too.
Listen from behind the stalks.
Hark now when the lady talks!
(Mumble, tumble, bumble-bee!)
Watchman Glow-worm, bring me here
The largest bee that grazes near.
Lift the saddle down with speed,
Let your skilful hands
Deck with plumes the gallant steed
Fit for my commands.
Ride through all my lands.
Take as helm a silken gay
Chrysalis of silver-gray.
If you hear a cradle sway,
Step out on the sill of tin,
Raise your lamp and enter in.
Watchman Glow-worm, bring me here
The largest bee that grazes near.
Lift the saddle down with speed,
Let your skilful hands
Deck with plumes the gallant steed
Fit for my commands.
Ride through all my lands.
Take as helm a silken gay
Chrysalis of silver-gray.
If you hear a cradle sway,
Step out on the sill of tin,
Raise your lamp and enter in.
(Mumble, tumble, bumble-bee!)
Where will be her infant bed,
Where the crib to lay her head?—
Aye, the little one, the same
Goldilocks shall win,
Where will be her infant bed,
Where the crib to lay her head?—
Aye, the little one, the same
Goldilocks shall win,
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