The stork
Last night the Stork came stalking,And, Stork, beneath your wingLay, lapped in dreamless slumber,The tiniest little thing!From Babyland, out yonderBeside a silver sea,You brought a priceless treasureAs gift to mine and me!
Last night my dear one listened -And, wife, you knew the cry -The dear old Stork has sought our homeA many times gone by!And in your gentle bosomI found the pretty thingThat from the realm out yonderOur friend the Stork did bring.
Last night a babe awakened,And, babe, how strange and newMust seem the home and peopleThe Stork has brought you to;And yet methinks you like them -You neither stare nor weep,But closer to my dear oneYou cuddle, and you sleep!
Last night my heart grew fonder -0 happy heart of mine,Sing of the inspirationsThat round my pathway shine!And sing your sweetest love-songTo this dear nestling weeThe Stork from 'Way-Out-YonderHath brought to mine and me!
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