Two rosy lips are learning a song.
Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes;
Two sparkling eyes laugh as you skip.
Don’t run too fast when papa comes home,
The big tears fall whenever you slip.
Trudge, trudge, trudge! O come, little shoes,
Baby must rest, and not walk all day.
Baby must sleep, and two little feet
In the warm coverlet hide them away.
Trudge, trudge, trudge, two little bright shoes,