Baby awake is a mischievous elf
Who can keep you busy
In spite of yourself.
A rollicking, frolicking, gurgling sprite
Who may sleep half the day
(and cry half the night)
And yet when you're humming
a last lullaby
And the sandman has come
and closed each little eye
Gone is the elf, and you find out instead
You've just tucked a tired little angel in bed.
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