Rock-A-Bye Bunny

Rock-a-bye bunny, in the tree top;
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall;
Down will come bunny, cradle and all.

Bunny is drowsing, cosy and fair;
Daddy sits near in his rocking chair;
Forward and back, the cradle he swings;
Though bunny sleeps, it hears what he sings.

Rock-a-bye bunny, do not you fear;
Never mind, bunny, daddy is near;
Wee little fingers, eyes are shut tight;
Now sound asleep - until morning light.