Q. The great earth shall be thy cradle,
Rocking, rocking, day by day.
Star bespangled curtain spread
Every night above thy head.
Suns on suns shall gild thy brow,
Baby, baby, what art thou?
A. Singsong, all day long,
Croonie? Croouie? Smile along,
Joy and laughter, laughter, laughter.
Love took up the harp of life
And smote all the chords with might,
Smote the chord of self, which trembling passed