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"Hi!" said the baby.

"Ho!" said the baby.

"Ha!" said the baby,

"I won't go to sleep!

Naughty old mother,

You make such a pother,

Just for to bother

You, awake I will keep.

"Dance!" said the baby.

"Prance!" said the baby.

"Perchance," said the baby,

"You think I'm a goose.

Vainly you're dreaming

Of rest, and your scheming

To silence my screaming

Is all of no use.

"Sing!" said the baby.

"Ring!" said the baby.

"Bring," said the baby,

"My rattles and toys.

Still I will weep, oh!

Awake I will keep, oh!

Won't go to sleep, oh!

Will make a noise!

"Walk!" said the baby.

"Talk!" said the baby.

"I'll balk," said the baby,

"Your efforts, one and all.

Still I'll be scorning,

When, towards the morning,

Without any warning

Asleep I will fall."