OUR SWEET ANNETTE

She's a happy little butterfly,
Who flits about the flowers.
She's as pretty as she can be,
We could watch her for hours and hours.

Knowing her, as she flutters about
another flower she will adorn.
Be careful, our little butterfly,
it may be a rose with a thorn.

We know you would survive the sting,
as only you could do.
With gossamer wings and a heart of gold,
And a love that is always true.

By L.M.Willson

~~Song written by your mother for our sweet Annie~~

Playtime is over,
Now the day is done.
I've told you a story,
Is ended for another day.

Teddy Bear is drowsy,
Humpty Dumpty too,
All your toys are nodding,
Now it's up to you.

I see the sandman headed your way.

It's time for bed,
My sleepyhead,
It's time to close your eyes,
So take your Mommy by the hand,
We will start for Sleepyland.

Now say your prayers,
My Sleepyhead,
You'll soon be on your way,
A kiss goodnight,
I'll hug you tight,
And you'll dream of paradise.

© 1950 by Una Marie Willson

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