Rock-a-bye children,

In a hollow tree.

A perfect hiding place,

For you and for me.

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When the hoot owl laughs,

at the things he sees,

That is when I know,

To find the rock-a-bye tree.

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In the rock-a-bye tree,

Is the story of the elf, you see.

Watching and waiting,

For you and for me.

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The rock-a-bye elf,

Tells stories new and old,

And lends magic’s sparkle,

to each tale that’s told.

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Flowers and princesses,

And trees growing tall,

And everyday people,

Are the most awesome of all.

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The fireman who opened the hydrant,

So that all could play,

In the sparkling water’s mists,

On a hot summer’s day.

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The builders who came,

To the vacant lot last month,

And built up a playhouse,

from a pile of old junk.

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And the lady down the street,

With such pretty flowers to see,

Also bakes great cookies,

just for you and for me.

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And when the night time draws,

Its covers down tight,

When mom kisses your forehead,

And Dad says goodnight.

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That rock-a-bye tree waits,

For you and for me,

with the story elf,

and all those stories that gleam.

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-Rose

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