Ann Taylor

(30 January 1782 - 20 December 1866 / Colchester, England)

The Baby's Dance - Poem 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;
Dance little baby, and mother shall sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.


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  • Gold Star - 21,224 Points * Sunprincess * (8/9/2015 3:39:00 PM)

    ...beautiful rhythm ★ (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 523 Points Gigi Levin (10/16/2014 9:27:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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