I'll sing thee ninni nani.
"Darling—earliest blossom mine,
Beauteous thou, beyond compare;
In Bavella born to shine,
And in Cuscioni fair,
Fourfold trefoil leaf so bright,
Kids would nibble—if they might!
Sweet sleep now get—sleep, mother's pet,
I'll sing thee ninni nani."
Should, perhaps, the child be too much excited by such a fanciful song, the mother will sing him this little nanna, whereupon he will immediately fall asleep—