And the gay little Prince was there, of
course,
Prancing along on his rocking-horse,
In his white silk nightgown fine.
Wee Willie Winkie, he shook with fear:
"Oh, what would I give, my mamma dear,
To sleep in that bed of mine! "
Quite over the town the tumult spread:
From many a window a nightcapped head
Came cautiously popping out;