Adaptation from EUGENE COWLES "FORGOTTEN"
Moderately slowly
There's dreamland coming, dearie,
And dreaming, coming, too,
Sweet dreamland for the weary,
To cradle such as you.
Then close your eyes, my darling,
And say your little prayer;
Dreamland is waiting for you,
And God will take you there.
There's dreamland coming, dearie,
And dreaming, coming, too,
Sweet dreamland for the weary,
To cradle such as you.
THE NOISY FLY
Mrs. Cricky came out of her house with an angry flounce. What in the world was all this noise about! zzz! zzz! then a thump and a bump and the strangest little noises, more like a falsetto squeak than anything else. This had been going on for the last minute, which is a whole hour for a cricket, and going on while she was trying to teach Chee and Chirk and Chirp their lessons in Running and Humming. These two things, unlike other people, they always did at the same time.
Mrs. Cricky came out with an angry little flounce, as I said, onto the piazza of Grass Cottage. She had been fearfully disturbed, but the instant she saw the Noisy Fly she broke into chirping merriment. The Noisy Fly had evidently been to last evening's concert and was trying to imitate Miss K. T. Did in the Fire-Fly Dance. He was whisking around at a great rate, his long legs looking very spindly under his fat black body. But what amused Mrs. Cricky most was the way, in trying to do the wing step, his legs got tangled up for all the world as if they were on sticky fly paper. Of course, he fell over, and that accounted for the bumping and the buzzing. But each time he got up and went at it again as if nothing had happened, singing in his high falsetto voice the tune Miss Glo-Worm had sung, which was a little Moonbeam Song,—to find out what a Moonbeam Song is you must look long at the sky.
_Moonbeam Song
Not too fast_