Love Songs of Childhood by Eugene Field - HTML preview

THE STORK

      Last night the Stork came stalking,

      And, Stork, beneath your wing

      Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber,

      The tiniest little thing!

      From Babyland, out yonder

      Beside a silver sea,

      You brought a priceless treasure

      As gift to mine and me!

      Last night my dear one listened—

      And, wife, you knew the cry—

      The dear old Stork has sought our home

      A many times gone by!

      And in your gentle bosom

      I found the pretty thing

      That from the realm out yonder

      Our friend the Stork did bring.

      Last night a babe awakened,

      And, babe, how strange and new

      Must seem the home and people

      The Stork has brought you to;

      And yet methinks you like them—

      You neither stare nor weep,

      But closer to my dear one

      You cuddle, and you sleep!

      Last night my heart grew fonder—

      O happy heart of mine,

      Sing of the inspirations

      That round my pathway shine!

      And sing your sweetest love-song

      To this dear nestling wee

      The Stork from 'Way-Out-Yonder

      Hath brought to mine and me!