First Reader by  Franklin T. Baker

Rock-a-Bye

Rock-a-bye, baby,

On the tree top.

When the wind blows,

The cradle will rock.

When the bough breaks,

The cradle will fall;

And down will come baby,

Cradle, and all.


[Illustration]


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