ba-by laughs to see him go, and
dear-ly likes his red hair, and
feel his two stout lit-tle horns,
And I think the barn ba-by likes to
feel the soft hand of
his lit-tle
friend
from the
house, for
some-times
ba-by laughs to see him go, and
dear-ly likes his red hair, and
feel his two stout lit-tle horns,
And I think the barn ba-by likes to
feel the soft hand of
his lit-tle
friend
from the
house, for
some-times