Last night the Stork came stalking, <br />And, Stork, beneath your wing <br />Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber, <br />The tiniest little thing! <br />From Babyland, out yonder <br />Beside a silver sea, <br />You brought a priceless treasure <br />As gift to mine and me! <br /> <br />Last night my dear one listened - <br />And, wife, you knew the cry - <br />The dear old Stork has sought our home <br />A many times gone by! <br />And in your gentle bosom <br />I found the pretty thing <br />That from the realm out yonder <br />Our friend the Stork did bring. <br /> <br />Last night a babe awakened, <br />And, babe, how strange and new <br />Must seem the home and people <br />The Stork has brought you to; <br />And yet methinks you like them - <br />You neither stare nor weep, <br />But closer to my dear one <br />You cuddle, and you sleep! <br /> <br />Last night my heart grew fonder - <br />0 happy heart of mine, <br />Sing of the inspirations <br />That round my pathway shine! <br />And sing your sweetest love-song <br />To this dear nestling wee <br />The Stork from 'Way-Out-Yonder <br />Hath brought to mine and me!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-stork/
