Ok, so it’s sappy. Chalk it up to first baby syndrome.. another oldie.
And now you are sleepy, my sweet little bear,
rubbing your eyes and tugging your hair.
Sleepier still is your black, whuffly nose
that snuffles and gruffles wherever it goes.
Yawning and yawning, your red little tongue
is sagging and dragging, my fur-beary one.
Your bumbly belly is full of warm bread;
the honey and cream are nodding your head.
Your plump padded paws are weary from play
and ready for rest from a hum-dinger day!
The stars are all rising to follow the grey
gloaming that bundles and blankets the bay.
Now burrow in close for a Papa-bear snuggle;
give Mama a kiss and a huggly-buggle.
You’re all rosy-cheeked and ready for sleep.
Sweet sleepy nigh-nighs, little bear, sleep.
Sweet sleepy nigh-nighs, little bear, sleep.
