Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us <br />And black are the waters that sparkled so green. <br />The moon, O'er the combers, looks downward to find us <br />At rest in the hollows that rustle between. <br />Where billow meets billow, there soft by the pillow. <br />Oh, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! <br />The storm shall not wake thee, no shark shall overtake thee <br />Asleep in the storm of slow-swinging seas.<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seal-lullaby/
