They mean such a wonderful lot to me,It's quite absurd how my soul is smittenWith Padie, who's four, and Bay, who's three,And Sufi, a Persian kitten!So mother must worry, and father must fuss,But I'll fake these songs to a sadder versionWhen manhood steals the boys from us,And the Bottle-o pinches the Persian!
They mean such a wonderful lot to me,It's quite absurd how my soul is smittenWith Padie, who's four, and Bay, who's three,And Sufi, a Persian kitten!
So mother must worry, and father must fuss,But I'll fake these songs to a sadder versionWhen manhood steals the boys from us,And the Bottle-o pinches the Persian!
WHISPER!Hush, you, hush! I heard a patterOn the 'randah, in the wet!Now 'n again, we've heard him chatter,But we've never seen him yet.
WHISPER!Hush, you, hush! I heard a patterOn the 'randah, in the wet!Now 'n again, we've heard him chatter,But we've never seen him yet.
WHISPER!Hush, you, hush! I heard a patterOn the 'randah, in the wet!Now 'n again, we've heard him chatter,But we've never seen him yet.
The butcher comed and he bringed no meat,But he crawled in the poultry pen,And he putted his hand among they feet,And catched the father hen.He catched it as hard as anything,But it didn't once crowed at all,And he tied its feet with a bundle of stringAnd hanged it up on the wall.And now and again its wings went flap,But that didn't frighten me!I runned for my little brother chapTo come outside and see.The father hen's not crowing now,The ittooest ittoo bit;We're going to tell our father howThe butcher's hurted it!Our father has mended the bathroom doorAnd the leg of the rocking chair:He mended the fence long time before,And he bought my horse some hair.He made the bikes so they wouldn't squeal,And he made the bunny to talk;He hammered some tacks in the engine wheelWhen the engine couldn't walk.And he cured the teddy when it was dead,And he mended the barrow for me—So father will mend the rooster's headBefore he haves his tea.
The butcher comed and he bringed no meat,But he crawled in the poultry pen,And he putted his hand among they feet,And catched the father hen.
He catched it as hard as anything,But it didn't once crowed at all,And he tied its feet with a bundle of stringAnd hanged it up on the wall.
And now and again its wings went flap,But that didn't frighten me!I runned for my little brother chapTo come outside and see.
The father hen's not crowing now,The ittooest ittoo bit;We're going to tell our father howThe butcher's hurted it!
Our father has mended the bathroom doorAnd the leg of the rocking chair:He mended the fence long time before,And he bought my horse some hair.
He made the bikes so they wouldn't squeal,And he made the bunny to talk;He hammered some tacks in the engine wheelWhen the engine couldn't walk.
And he cured the teddy when it was dead,And he mended the barrow for me—So father will mend the rooster's headBefore he haves his tea.
WHISPER!Tip-toe, tip-toe, through the house,'Round the pantry, down the hall.P'raps he's only just a mouse;P'raps he's nuffing real at all.
WHISPER!Tip-toe, tip-toe, through the house,'Round the pantry, down the hall.P'raps he's only just a mouse;P'raps he's nuffing real at all.
WHISPER!Tip-toe, tip-toe, through the house,'Round the pantry, down the hall.P'raps he's only just a mouse;P'raps he's nuffing real at all.
The wheelbarrow wept to the willowsAnd Padie called out for a hymn:He dabbled his boots on the pillowsAnd the minister looked quite grim.While the Emu turned the pagesThe Wallaby sang with zest,Of the error in uncle's wagesWhile the chairs all turned to the West.The Baker paused with a frigid stareAnd his heels apart, of course;And the shell-back sprang from his sunny lairWith his hand upon his horse.The rooster's grandma nursed the cat,Which uttered nor purr nor sound,While the Platypus followed the Minister's hatAround and round and round.
The wheelbarrow wept to the willowsAnd Padie called out for a hymn:He dabbled his boots on the pillowsAnd the minister looked quite grim.
While the Emu turned the pagesThe Wallaby sang with zest,Of the error in uncle's wagesWhile the chairs all turned to the West.
The Baker paused with a frigid stareAnd his heels apart, of course;And the shell-back sprang from his sunny lairWith his hand upon his horse.
The rooster's grandma nursed the cat,Which uttered nor purr nor sound,While the Platypus followed the Minister's hatAround and round and round.
Sit up in your beds and hark!Something said "meow" in the dark!Was it a gentleman saying some prayers?Was it a mousie trapped under the stairs?Was it a manager stealing some sharesOr a newspaper having a lark?Sit up in your beds and hark!Something said "meow" in the dark!Would you your treasures securely keep,Never turn lamps out and never go sleep.
Sit up in your beds and hark!Something said "meow" in the dark!Was it a gentleman saying some prayers?Was it a mousie trapped under the stairs?Was it a manager stealing some sharesOr a newspaper having a lark?Sit up in your beds and hark!Something said "meow" in the dark!Would you your treasures securely keep,Never turn lamps out and never go sleep.
WHISPER!Hush, you! Hush! I think I hearJust a little noise of humming!If you see him waiting nearPlease don't whisper him we're coming!
WHISPER!Hush, you! Hush! I think I hearJust a little noise of humming!If you see him waiting nearPlease don't whisper him we're coming!
WHISPER!Hush, you! Hush! I think I hearJust a little noise of humming!If you see him waiting nearPlease don't whisper him we're coming!
Bay doesn't stay in the stars any more;He didn't much cry nor careWhen God pushed him out of a big star doorInto the everywhere.I ringed him up on the telephomeAnd down he flied to me!Didn't you know how Bay came home?I got the push-cart, see?And wheeled him in the front-yard doorJust one way and another,I didn't make mud-marks on the floor,Or scratch the paint on the front-way door,'Cos I am a careful brother;I putted him into the new white cot,I covered him up till he grew quite hot,And then called mother to see;So Bay doesn't stay in the stars any moreBut only with mother and me.
Bay doesn't stay in the stars any more;He didn't much cry nor careWhen God pushed him out of a big star doorInto the everywhere.
I ringed him up on the telephomeAnd down he flied to me!Didn't you know how Bay came home?I got the push-cart, see?And wheeled him in the front-yard doorJust one way and another,I didn't make mud-marks on the floor,Or scratch the paint on the front-way door,'Cos I am a careful brother;I putted him into the new white cot,I covered him up till he grew quite hot,And then called mother to see;So Bay doesn't stay in the stars any moreBut only with mother and me.
The grandmas talked with worried eyesAnd said it was a shame—Nobody wanted Littley thenBefore our Littley came.Boyo's nose will be out of joint,He's a toddling baby yet,And now there's another one coming along,Poor little pet!But Littley rode through the storm of doubtAnd the cloud of the troubled brow;Nobody wanted Littley then—But you should hear them now!
The grandmas talked with worried eyesAnd said it was a shame—Nobody wanted Littley thenBefore our Littley came.
Boyo's nose will be out of joint,He's a toddling baby yet,And now there's another one coming along,Poor little pet!
But Littley rode through the storm of doubtAnd the cloud of the troubled brow;Nobody wanted Littley then—But you should hear them now!
WHISPER!Someone smashed the photo-lady;Who upset the pot of musk?Was it Micky? Was it PadieHunting Micky in the dusk?
WHISPER!Someone smashed the photo-lady;Who upset the pot of musk?Was it Micky? Was it PadieHunting Micky in the dusk?
WHISPER!Someone smashed the photo-lady;Who upset the pot of musk?Was it Micky? Was it PadieHunting Micky in the dusk?
They say I'm a bad-tempered man,And yet I never swearWhen flop into my porridgeComes a woolly Teddy Bear!They say I'm an impatient man,And yet I never shootWhen, after breakfasting, I findDamp toffy in my boot!And when my wife and my two sonsAre dutifully kissed,I don't go crook if I'm called backWhen Sufi has been missed!I'm always on the scowl and quickTo censure or condemn;But, somehow things seem differentWith little boys like them.
They say I'm a bad-tempered man,And yet I never swearWhen flop into my porridgeComes a woolly Teddy Bear!
They say I'm an impatient man,And yet I never shootWhen, after breakfasting, I findDamp toffy in my boot!
And when my wife and my two sonsAre dutifully kissed,I don't go crook if I'm called backWhen Sufi has been missed!
I'm always on the scowl and quickTo censure or condemn;But, somehow things seem differentWith little boys like them.
Strike, strike, strike again,Bump them on the head;Every minute somebody,Falls down dead.Algernons and BertsWashing out their shirts,Babies in the bedCrying for some bread.Gentlemen with brains,Looking for their trains.Strike, strike, strike again,Always on the head;Every minute somebodyDrops down dead.
Strike, strike, strike again,Bump them on the head;Every minute somebody,Falls down dead.
Algernons and BertsWashing out their shirts,Babies in the bedCrying for some bread.Gentlemen with brains,Looking for their trains.
Strike, strike, strike again,Always on the head;Every minute somebodyDrops down dead.
WHISPER!In the after afternoonsWhen there comes big starey moons,Often we've heard Micky playingBy the window, fairy tunes.But I don't know what he's sayingIn the after afternoons.
WHISPER!In the after afternoonsWhen there comes big starey moons,Often we've heard Micky playingBy the window, fairy tunes.But I don't know what he's sayingIn the after afternoons.
WHISPER!In the after afternoonsWhen there comes big starey moons,Often we've heard Micky playingBy the window, fairy tunes.But I don't know what he's sayingIn the after afternoons.
Did I hear the two boys say,"Two boys have been good to-day?"Santa's schooner's lost a sail,Someone tored it with a nail,What's that mark on Sufi's tail?I dunno, da you?Did boys eat they trifle slowWhen they mother told them to?I dunno, I dunno,I dunno, da you?Who's been cutting Sufi's hair?There's a broken dish I see;Padie, don't be hiding there,Bring my slippers out to me.Both boys have been good they say,Only cried an ittoo bit;Anyone been fighting Bay,Two new scars since yesterday?That was just a weeny hit,'Cos he'd always want to sitOn the picture of the trainJust when I was reading it.Two boys have been good again.Two boys didn't do some moreWhat they were said not to do,Two boys have been good it's true!On the lawn's a splendid show,Twenteen firewoods in a row!Where does this hand-mirror go?I dunno, I dunno!Wheelmarks on the front-room floor,Sunday cake forks spread out too!Mudprints on the kitchen door—
Did I hear the two boys say,"Two boys have been good to-day?"Santa's schooner's lost a sail,Someone tored it with a nail,What's that mark on Sufi's tail?I dunno, da you?Did boys eat they trifle slowWhen they mother told them to?I dunno, I dunno,I dunno, da you?
Who's been cutting Sufi's hair?There's a broken dish I see;Padie, don't be hiding there,Bring my slippers out to me.Both boys have been good they say,Only cried an ittoo bit;Anyone been fighting Bay,Two new scars since yesterday?That was just a weeny hit,'Cos he'd always want to sitOn the picture of the trainJust when I was reading it.Two boys have been good again.Two boys didn't do some moreWhat they were said not to do,Two boys have been good it's true!On the lawn's a splendid show,Twenteen firewoods in a row!Where does this hand-mirror go?I dunno, I dunno!Wheelmarks on the front-room floor,Sunday cake forks spread out too!Mudprints on the kitchen door—
WHISPER!Anyone seen Micky, say,On the Coota-wattle perching?He might know and run awayIf he knows we're searching, searching.
WHISPER!Anyone seen Micky, say,On the Coota-wattle perching?He might know and run awayIf he knows we're searching, searching.
WHISPER!Anyone seen Micky, say,On the Coota-wattle perching?He might know and run awayIf he knows we're searching, searching.
Wonder how they got there for?I dunno, I dunno,I dunno, da you?Did I hear the two boys say,"Two boys have been good to-day?"Why is mother worried so?All these good things can't be true.Have the boys been good who showScratches red and bruises blue?I dunno, I dunno,I dunno, da you?
Wonder how they got there for?I dunno, I dunno,I dunno, da you?
Did I hear the two boys say,"Two boys have been good to-day?"Why is mother worried so?All these good things can't be true.Have the boys been good who showScratches red and bruises blue?I dunno, I dunno,I dunno, da you?
Come and have your bath, boys,Two boys together,Rolling on the lawn all dayIn the dusty weather.Padie, jump into the water,Soak the brown legs white;Come and have your bath, boys,No heads to-night!Boats to sail and feets to scrubFeets and faces too;Sliding 'round the 'namel tubFrowing soap at you;Drop your scooter quick, Bay,Everything's all right,Didn't you hear mother sayNo heads to-night?
Come and have your bath, boys,Two boys together,Rolling on the lawn all dayIn the dusty weather.Padie, jump into the water,Soak the brown legs white;Come and have your bath, boys,No heads to-night!
Boats to sail and feets to scrubFeets and faces too;Sliding 'round the 'namel tubFrowing soap at you;Drop your scooter quick, Bay,Everything's all right,Didn't you hear mother sayNo heads to-night?
WHISPER!When he talks to Bay and me,Micky doesn't seem to knowIt's too far for boys to see.If he's in the trellis tree;It's too damp for boys to goHunting in the grass below.
WHISPER!When he talks to Bay and me,Micky doesn't seem to knowIt's too far for boys to see.If he's in the trellis tree;It's too damp for boys to goHunting in the grass below.
WHISPER!When he talks to Bay and me,Micky doesn't seem to knowIt's too far for boys to see.If he's in the trellis tree;It's too damp for boys to goHunting in the grass below.
Say about the Three Pigs,And what the soldier said,Wynken song and Tom, Tom,And piggy-back to bed.Little boys are sleepy, sleepy,Never mind they prayers,Let them wait for mother here,Father's knees for chairs.Sufi, singing like a kettle,Or a nightingale,Puts his nose against our toesAnd smoothes them with his tail.Here comes mother with the blanketsBundled on her chest,Holding them and folding themFor two boys' nest.Boys washed and pillows patted,Everything's all right,Picture books to cuddoo up,And please leave the light.Hey Dee and Hey Ho!And little Bo-Peep,One story, two songs,To make the boys asleep.Say about Red Riding HoodAnd what the Bunyip said,Wynken song and Tom, Tom,And piggy-back to bed.
Say about the Three Pigs,And what the soldier said,Wynken song and Tom, Tom,And piggy-back to bed.
Little boys are sleepy, sleepy,Never mind they prayers,Let them wait for mother here,Father's knees for chairs.Sufi, singing like a kettle,Or a nightingale,Puts his nose against our toesAnd smoothes them with his tail.
Here comes mother with the blanketsBundled on her chest,Holding them and folding themFor two boys' nest.Boys washed and pillows patted,Everything's all right,Picture books to cuddoo up,And please leave the light.
Hey Dee and Hey Ho!And little Bo-Peep,One story, two songs,To make the boys asleep.Say about Red Riding HoodAnd what the Bunyip said,Wynken song and Tom, Tom,And piggy-back to bed.
WHISPER!On the rafters in the night,I've heard little footmarks trot;And I watch the candle light,Wondering if it's him or not.
WHISPER!On the rafters in the night,I've heard little footmarks trot;And I watch the candle light,Wondering if it's him or not.
WHISPER!On the rafters in the night,I've heard little footmarks trot;And I watch the candle light,Wondering if it's him or not.
Please can I have a light, mother?I never know what to doWhen the Three Bears ride on the White Bell-horse,And the Mermaid gallops to Banbury Cross,And the Cheshire Cat says "Moo!"Gnomes come round with prickly wingsAnd squeeze in under the clo's,The dark gets full of story things,The window-moon says "Fee, fo, fum!"And the Pigs that went to market comeAnd nibble at my toes!Two big eyes walk round the room,Fierce Pirate Ships go by;And Sleeping Beauty straddles a broomAnd falls all down the sky;The Man in the Moon waits underneathAnd gobbles her up with great big teeth,And that's what makes me cry!The things you tell in the afternoonGet mixed and won't come right;"Fee-fo-fum!" says the Window-Moon—It's the little candle they fear, mother,Will you leave the candle here, mother?Please can I have a light?
Please can I have a light, mother?I never know what to doWhen the Three Bears ride on the White Bell-horse,And the Mermaid gallops to Banbury Cross,And the Cheshire Cat says "Moo!"
Gnomes come round with prickly wingsAnd squeeze in under the clo's,The dark gets full of story things,The window-moon says "Fee, fo, fum!"And the Pigs that went to market comeAnd nibble at my toes!
Two big eyes walk round the room,Fierce Pirate Ships go by;And Sleeping Beauty straddles a broomAnd falls all down the sky;The Man in the Moon waits underneathAnd gobbles her up with great big teeth,And that's what makes me cry!
The things you tell in the afternoonGet mixed and won't come right;"Fee-fo-fum!" says the Window-Moon—It's the little candle they fear, mother,Will you leave the candle here, mother?Please can I have a light?
It would appear that no great pleasures can beWithout their merit of trial and urgency:For I do know a lady whose rare joysWake when she has tucked in two little boys.
It would appear that no great pleasures can beWithout their merit of trial and urgency:For I do know a lady whose rare joysWake when she has tucked in two little boys.
WHISPER!Micky's always everywhere;Watches children while they sleeping,Round about the attic stairSometimes mother saw him peeping.
WHISPER!Micky's always everywhere;Watches children while they sleeping,Round about the attic stairSometimes mother saw him peeping.
WHISPER!Micky's always everywhere;Watches children while they sleeping,Round about the attic stairSometimes mother saw him peeping.
Two brown heads on the pillows white....Bye ... good-bye ... that's all to-night.Two bikes 'round in the picnic place ...Old horse tied to the apple-case.Gentle Jesus ... send the boys,Bats and balls for they winter toys.Sufi's naughty ... not 'lowed out....Pigeon feathers blowing about.Two bikes 'round in the ... two bikes 'round....Feathers blowing ... the scooter's found.God bless Jesus ... Bay's asleep ...Where's my pillow-book?... Soul to keep.Two bikes ... two ... are the stars alight?Bye ... good-bye ... that's all ... t'night.Two brown heads on the pillows deep,Two boys mumble theyselfs to sleep.
Two brown heads on the pillows white....Bye ... good-bye ... that's all to-night.
Two bikes 'round in the picnic place ...Old horse tied to the apple-case.
Gentle Jesus ... send the boys,Bats and balls for they winter toys.
Sufi's naughty ... not 'lowed out....Pigeon feathers blowing about.
Two bikes 'round in the ... two bikes 'round....Feathers blowing ... the scooter's found.
God bless Jesus ... Bay's asleep ...Where's my pillow-book?... Soul to keep.
Two bikes ... two ... are the stars alight?Bye ... good-bye ... that's all ... t'night.
Two brown heads on the pillows deep,Two boys mumble theyselfs to sleep.
WHISPER!Micky doesn't like much noise,He's a wide-eye-whisper fairy,Very kind to girls and boys,Very shy and most contrary.
WHISPER!Micky doesn't like much noise,He's a wide-eye-whisper fairy,Very kind to girls and boys,Very shy and most contrary.
WHISPER!Micky doesn't like much noise,He's a wide-eye-whisper fairy,Very kind to girls and boys,Very shy and most contrary.
WHISPER!Tip-toe, tip-toe! Hush the noise!There's a wide-eye-whisper tune!Micky's telling songs to boys,Sleepy after the afternoon.
WHISPER!Tip-toe, tip-toe! Hush the noise!There's a wide-eye-whisper tune!Micky's telling songs to boys,Sleepy after the afternoon.
WHISPER!Tip-toe, tip-toe! Hush the noise!There's a wide-eye-whisper tune!Micky's telling songs to boys,Sleepy after the afternoon.