When little Birdie bye-bye goes, quiet as mice
He puts his head where no one knows, on one leg he perches.
When little Babie bye-bye goes, on Mamma's arm reposing,
Soon he lies beneath the clothes, safe in the cradle dozing.
When pretty Pussy goes to sleep, tail and nose together,
Then little mice around her creep, lightly as a feather.
When little Babie goes to sleep, and he is very near us,
Then on tip-toe softly creep, that Babie may not here us.
Lullaby, Lullaby, Lulla-Lulla- Lullaby.