Rock-a-bye children,
In a hollow tree.
A perfect hiding place,
For you and for me.
.
When the hoot owl laughs,
at the things he sees,
That is when I know,
To find the rock-a-bye tree.
.
In the rock-a-bye tree,
Is the story of the elf, you see.
Watching and waiting,
For you and for me.
.
The rock-a-bye elf,
Tells stories new and old,
And lends magic’s sparkle,
to each tale that’s told.
.
Flowers and princesses,
And trees growing tall,
And everyday people,
Are the most awesome of all.
.
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.
.
-Rose