A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land - <br />Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! <br />A snug little berth in that ship I demand <br />That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babies away <br />Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day <br />And reacheth its fruit to each wee, dimpled hand; <br />You take of that fruit as much as you list, <br />For colic's a nuisance that doesn't exist! <br />So cuddle me and cuddle me fast, <br />And cuddle me snug in my cradle away, <br />For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast - <br />Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! <br /> <br />The Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day! <br />Heigh-ho for Winkyway land! <br />And Bottle-Tree fruit (as I've heard people say) <br />Makes bellies of Bottle-Tree babies expand - <br />And that is a trick I would fain understand! <br />Heigh-ho for a bottle to-day! <br />And heigh-ho for a bottle to-night - <br />A bottle of milk that is creamy and white! <br />So cuddle me close, and cuddle me fast, <br />And cuddle me snug in my cradle away, <br />For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast - <br />Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bottle-tree/
