Little yellow Sunbeam Tripped into the room, Sweeping out the darkness With her golden broom. All the little shadows, Glimmering and gray, Gathered up their dusky skirts, Softly slid away.
Little yellow Sunbeam, Flitting to the bed, Merrily went dancing Round the baby's head. Suddenly there flashed out, To her great surprise, Other little sunbeams From the baby's eyes.
Little yellow Sunbeam Said, "How can this be? Whence these little sparklers So unlike to me? Scarce I think they can be Sunbeams real and true, For we all are yellow; These are lovely blue."
Little yellow Sunbeam Flew back to the sky. Running to her father, She began to cry: "Father, you must vanish! Run and hide your head! There's a brighter sun than you In the baby's bed."
Here are the baby's bonny blue eyes. What shall we give her to see? A calico doll and a parrotty poll, As funny as funny can be.
Here are the baby's little pink ears. What shall we give her to hear? A bell that will ring, and a bird that will sing, And a brook that goes tinkling clear.
Here is the baby's little wee nose. What shall we give her to smell? A hyacinth blue and a violet too, And roses and lilies as well.
Here is the baby's pretty red mouth. What shall we give her to eat? A sugary heart and a raspberry tart, And everything else that is sweet.
And here are the baby's little fat hands. What shall we give her to hold? A sunbeam? That's right! and a rainbow bright, And plenty of silver and gold.
_Present arms!_ There they are, Both stretched out to me. Strong and sturdy, smooth and white, Fair as arms may be.
_Ground arms!_ on the floor, Picking up his toys: Breaking all within his reach, Busiest of boys.
_Right wheel!_ off his cart, Left wheel too is gone. Horsey's head is broken off, Horsey's tail is torn.
_Quick step_, forward march! Crying, too, he comes. Had a battle with the cat. "Scratched off bofe my fums!"
_Shoulder arms!_ Here at last, Round my neck they close. Poor little soldier boy Off to quarters goes.
Fly away, fly away, Birdie oh! Bring something home to my Baby Bo! Bring him a feather and bring him a song, And sing to him sweetly all the day long.
Hoppety, kickety, Grasshopper oh! Bring something home to my Baby Bo! Bring him a thistle and bring him a thorn, Hop over his head and then be gone.