text: Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
  Hush-a-bye, my baby, no need to be crying
  You can burn the midnight oil with me as long as you will
  Stare out at the moon upon the windowsill
  And dream
  Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye
  Hush-a-bye, my baby, no need to be crying
  Theres dew drops on the windowsill, gumdrops in your head
  Youre slipping into dreamland, youre nodding your head
  So dream
  Dream of West Virginia or of the British Isles
  Cause when you are dreaming, you see for miles and miles
  When you are much older, remember when we sat
  At midnight on the windowsill and had this little chat
  And dream
  Come on and dream
  Come on and dream
  And dream
  And dream
  Come on and dream