See, here comes an army of soldier boys. Listen to what they say: "We are not real soldiers. We are make-believe soldiers. Make-believe soldiers all live in Good Children street. Some of us carry guns; others carry swords. Our guns are painted red. AIM Our swords are made of wood. They are not real guns and swords, but just make-believe. The captain rides at the head. He rides a make-believe horse. It is a stick-horse that prances and snorts. The captain says, 'Wave the flag! blow the trumpet! beat the drum! Mark time! left, right; left, right; forward, march.' Here come the soldiers of Good-Children street." THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN Come, my little one, with me! As the evening shadows fall; In your pretty cap and gown, The Shut-Eye train— And we hear the warning call; Over hill and over plain Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train! Through the blue where bloom the stars And the Mother Moon looks down We'll away To land of Fay Oh, the sights that we shall see there! Come, my little one, with me there— 'Tis a goodly train of cars— Swifter than a wild bird's flight, We shall speed and speed away! What care we How wroth she be! To the Balow-land above us, To the Balow-folk who love us, Shut-Eye Town is passing fair— We shall dream those dreams, my dear, See unfold Delights untold! And in those mysterious places We shall see beloved faces And beloved voices hear In the grace of Shut-Eye Town! Heavy are your eyes, my sweet, Nestle closer up to me In your pretty cap and gown; The Shut-Eye train! Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth, "Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth Oh, the sights that we shall see! All aboard for Shut-Eye Town! |