Classic Poem

He all time winkin' at me wid his li'l shiny eye —
He de worrienst er chillum fer ter make 'im rockaby!
I wonders why dey let 'im lef' de playgroun' in de sky!
He won't go ter sleepy twell de mawnin'!

I tells 'im 'bout de creeturs dat 'll come en' ketch 'im sho'
Ef his li'l eyes stay open — better shet de sleepy do'!
But bless his honey-sweetness! w'y, he only wink de mo'! —
He won't go ter sleepy twell de mawnin'!

But ain't his face a pictur? Sweetest one I ever see!
En' dem eyes er his is bluer dan de sky kin hope ter be;
En' I sorter feels dat heaven's keepin' company wid me
Whar he won't go ter sleepy twell de mawnin'!