When I was just a little one, these are the nursery rhymes and songs my daddy and mummy sang to me. Now that I have little ones of my own, I will sing the same to them.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Rock-A-Bye Baby
Rock-a-bye, baby, on a tree top. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bow breaks the cradle will fall. Down will come baby, cradle and all.
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