ca. 1950
I like to tiptoe round her
when she's lying fast asleep
And straighten out the covers
where she's kicked them in a heap,
And when I find her sprawling
kitty-corner on the bed
I find it fun to set aright
that lovely sleepy-head.
She's grown so very lively
that she can't stay still at all.
The moment that she drops asleep
she starts right in to crawl;
And sometimes, like a wooly dog,
as comfy as you please,
I've found her lost in dreamland
with her head between her knees.
Oh, I have tasks that weary me,
and tasks that I detest,
The mother's always calling me
to work when I would rest,
But straightening out a little girl
who's sleeping wrong-end to,
I'd call the happiest task on earth
a father has to do.
