Humpty. “By Jiminy” ain’t a swear word.
Old Woman. Well, it be n’t a nice word, boy, at all.
Mother Goose. Were you hurt, Rock-a-bye Baby?
Rock-a-bye Baby. No, I felled on a big feather-bed.
Humpty. You fell on me. You know you did.
Rock-a-bye Baby. Why yes—dat’s what I said. My Teddy was up in my cwadle with me, But he didn’t bwoke—he’s all right, you see.
(Sways Teddy Bear to and fro in a cradle made of her hands and sings. Tune: No. 8.)
No. 8. ROCK-A-BYE, TEDDY.
