The Little Finger Speaks Poem by Tom Billsborough
The Little Finger Speaks
Father
You have the right to a well deserved sleep,
Have beautiful dreams, my baby girl
And when it is dawn you will be happy
You will be well refreshed, my precious.
Daughter
I am sleepy and peaceful
But please sing me another cheerful song,
Daddy, please.
or tell me a fairy story.
Father
I have sung six already and my throat is parched,
And also four stories, and the rest.
Daughter
Oh, Daddy, I thought you loved me! '
And she began to cry.
Father
Ok Ok just one more cheerful song..
Daughter
And also a fairy story?
In a very pathetic voice, giving him an
angelic smile.
Father
Ok ok also a fairy story.
And when I have finished
You can count the sheep
And then you go to sleep. Yes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 4:39:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A daughter that has her father wrapped around her little finger ha ha YES. nicely done. Annette
I had two daughters to contend with and they insisted I told them my stories and wo betide me if I got a detail wrong. No, Daddy, Harry wears a red hat, not a blue one! In the end I wrote down the main dewtails. I didn't sing. That's poetic licence. If you'd heard my voice you'd understand! This poem is a translation of a poem I wrote originally in French. I'm afraid I lapse into French now and again. I blame the Camembert! Tom