Love Songs of Childhood by Eugene Field - HTML preview

THE BOTTLE TREE

      A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land—

      Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!

      A snug little berth in that ship I demand

      That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babies away

      Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day

      And reacheth its fruit to each wee, dimpled hand;

      You take of that fruit as much as you list,

      For colic's a nuisance that doesn't exist!

      So cuddle me and cuddle me fast,

      And cuddle me snug in my cradle away,

      For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast—

      Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!

      The Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day!

      Heigh-ho for Winkyway land!

      And Bottle-Tree fruit (as I've heard people say)

      Makes bellies of Bottle-Tree babies expand—

      And that is a trick I would fain understand!

      Heigh-ho for a bottle to-day!

      And heigh-ho for a bottle to-night—

      A bottle of milk that is creamy and white!

      So cuddle me close, and cuddle me fast,

      And cuddle me snug in my cradle away,

      For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast—

      Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!