With roses peeping in, you know,
And babies peeping out.'
With a blow of their fists they made windows, and large yellow leaves were the blinds. But roses——?
'Roses,' cried Peter sternly.
Quickly they made-believe to grow the loveliest roses up the walls.
Babies?
To prevent Peter ordering babies they hurried into song again:
'We've made the roses peeping out,
The babes are at the door,