Pretty kite, pretty kite,
In your airy flight
What do you spy,
In the bright blue sky?
I wish I was you,
To be there too,
Oh, then, how soon
I would peep at the moon,
And see the man there,
Who gives me a stare,
When I look up at night,
At his beautiful light!
OH! LOOK AT THE MOON.
Oh, look at the moon!
She is shining up there,
Oh, mother, she looks
Like a lamp in the air.
Last week she was smaller,
And shaped like a bow,
But now she’s grown bigger,
And round as an O.
Pretty moon, pretty moon,
How you shine on the door,
And make it all bright
On my nursery floor.
You shine on my playthings,
And show me their place,
And I love to look up
At your pretty bright face
And there is a star
Close by you, and may be
That small twinkling star
Is your little baby.
THE SLEEPING BABY.
Hush, hush, with your noise,
What a talking you keep,
You rude little boys,
Now the baby’s asleep!
Hushaby, baby.