A Duke of Her Own

By: Eloisa James

She sang two lines of a second verse for me, but couldn’t remember any more. So during those long evenings of singing to a fretful baby, I wrote another two lines. I’m including the whole lullaby below, in the hopes that perhaps some of you are still lucky enough to be singing small, delicious-smelling scraps to sleep.

Hush-a-bye Baby, on the treetop,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,

Down will come Baby, cradle and all.

Mama will catch you, give you a squeeze.

Send you back up, to play in the trees.

When twilight falls, and birds seek their nests,

Come home to the one who loves you the best.

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