That leads to Babyland.
And there in the valley of Babyland
Under the mosses and leaves and ferns,
Like an unfledged starling they find the darling,
For whom the heart of a mother yearns.
And they lift him lightly and tuck him tightly
In feathers as soft as a lady’s hand,
And off with a rock-a-way step they walk away
Out of Babyland.
As they go from the valley of Babyland