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The Zankiwank
O we are so sleepy:
Nodding is each head,
Playing at bo-peepy,
Now the day is sped.
Birdies in their nesties
Rest in slumber deep;
Nodland’s full of guesties
When we go to sleep.
Nodding is each head,
Playing at bo-peepy,
Now the day is sped.
Birdies in their nesties
Rest in slumber deep;
Nodland’s full of guesties
When we go to sleep.
To sleep! To sleep!
O we are so sleepy!
Blinky, winky eyes:
Why are you so peepy
When the twilight dies?
O we are so sleepy!
Blinky, winky eyes:
Why are you so peepy
When the twilight dies?
The slight mist that had descended went up just like a gauze curtain, bringing into view again the lovely garden reposing in the rear in a beautiful green bath of light.
Then the merry Winny Weg caught hold of the cupids and incited them to dance a slow gavotte, and as they danced they warbled lusciously:—
