Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GULLA LULLABY, by JOSEPHINE PINCKNEY First Line: The buzzard and the butterfly playing in the field Last Line: Nobody home but the baby Subject(s): Babies; Infants | ||||||||
The Buzzard and the Butterfly playing in the field, Nobody home but the baby Butterfly shivers in his red-speckled wings, Nobody home but the baby Butterfly giggles, "How sweet the fields taste! I'll eat and I'll eat -- not a honey drop will waste; Death can't catch me till there's nothing left to eat!" Long eyed Buzzard sleeks his feathers with his beak -- "Death will be a-coming either this week or next week . . ." Go to sleep my little baby Go to sleep, go to sleep Go to sleep my little baby Loo-loo-loo-lulla-loo-loo-loo Nobody home but the baby | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER DEAD POET by JOSEPHINE PINCKNEY |
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