LULLABY
When I was a young child I slept with a dog,I lived without trouble and I thought no harm;I ran with the boys and I played leap-frog;Now it is a girl’s head that lies on my arm.Then I grew a little, picked plantain in the yard;Now I dwell in Greenwich, and the people do not call;Then I planted pepper-seed and stamped on them hard.Now I am very quiet and I hardly plan at all.Then I pricked my finger on a thorn, or a thistle,Put the finger in my mouth, and ran to my mother.Now I lie here, with my eyes on a pistol.There will be a morrow, and another, and another.
When I was a young child I slept with a dog,I lived without trouble and I thought no harm;I ran with the boys and I played leap-frog;Now it is a girl’s head that lies on my arm.Then I grew a little, picked plantain in the yard;Now I dwell in Greenwich, and the people do not call;Then I planted pepper-seed and stamped on them hard.Now I am very quiet and I hardly plan at all.Then I pricked my finger on a thorn, or a thistle,Put the finger in my mouth, and ran to my mother.Now I lie here, with my eyes on a pistol.There will be a morrow, and another, and another.
When I was a young child I slept with a dog,I lived without trouble and I thought no harm;I ran with the boys and I played leap-frog;Now it is a girl’s head that lies on my arm.
When I was a young child I slept with a dog,
I lived without trouble and I thought no harm;
I ran with the boys and I played leap-frog;
Now it is a girl’s head that lies on my arm.
Then I grew a little, picked plantain in the yard;Now I dwell in Greenwich, and the people do not call;Then I planted pepper-seed and stamped on them hard.Now I am very quiet and I hardly plan at all.
Then I grew a little, picked plantain in the yard;
Now I dwell in Greenwich, and the people do not call;
Then I planted pepper-seed and stamped on them hard.
Now I am very quiet and I hardly plan at all.
Then I pricked my finger on a thorn, or a thistle,Put the finger in my mouth, and ran to my mother.Now I lie here, with my eyes on a pistol.There will be a morrow, and another, and another.
Then I pricked my finger on a thorn, or a thistle,
Put the finger in my mouth, and ran to my mother.
Now I lie here, with my eyes on a pistol.
There will be a morrow, and another, and another.