RIVERS TO CROSS

THE BABY'S DANCE

by Ann TAYLOR

Dance, little baby, dance up high,

Never mind baby, mother is by;

Crow and caper, caper and crow,

There little baby, there you go:

Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,

Backwards and forwards, round and round.
Then dance, little baby, and mother shall sing,

With the merry gay coral, ding, ding, a-ding, ding.