Here we have baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.
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Eugene Field
Where did you come from baby dear? Out of the Everywhere into here.
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George MacDonald
Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top When the wind blows the cradle will rock When the bough bends the cradle will fall Down comes the baby cradle and all.
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Old Nursery Rhyme
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength.
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Bible
Hush my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.
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Isaac Watts
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