Where sleeping heads on monkeys lie
And baby bums are set on high
Until Mommies come on sneaking by
To stir their boys to wake
Where sweet dreams once were being had
And blonde little boys were sleeping glad
Well now they are just plain ole mad
At being stirred to wake.
Where piggy toes do tell a tale
Of rails he will soon attempt to scale
And blue eyes peek above the rail
Our babe was stirred to wake
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