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So, So, Rock-A-By So!

By Eugene Field

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So, so, rock-a-by so!     Off to the garden where dreamikins grow;     And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes,     And here is a kiss on your dimpledown cheek     And here is a kiss for the treasure that lies     In the beautiful garden way up in the skies     Which you seek.     Now mind these three kisses wherever you go -     So, so, rock-a-by so!     There's one little fumfay who lives there, I know,     For he dances all night where the dreamikins grow;     I send him this kiss on your droopydrop eyes,     I send him this kiss on your rosyred cheek.     And here is a kiss for the dream that shall rise     When the fumfay shall dance in those far-away skies     Which you seek.     Be sure that you pay those three kisses you owe -     So, so, rock-a-by so!     And, by-low, as you rock-a-by go,     Don't forget mother who loveth you so!     And here is her kiss on your weepydeep eyes,     And here is her kiss on your peachypink cheek,     And here is her kiss for the dreamland that lies     Like a babe on the breast of those far-away skies     Which you seek -     The blinkywink garden where dreamikins grow -     So, so, rock-a-by so!

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Eugene Field (1850–1895) was an American writer and poet known as the "children's poet." His poems "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" and "Little Boy Blue" are cherished classics of American children's literature.

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