Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed, <br />Droops on the little hands little gold head. <br />Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! <br />Christopher Robin is saying his prayers. <br /> <br />God bless Mummy. I know that's right. <br />Wasn't it fun in the bath to-night? <br />The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot. <br />Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot. <br /> <br />If I open my fingers a little bit more, <br />I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door. <br />It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood. <br />Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good. <br /> <br />Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed, <br />And pull the hood right over my head, <br />And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small, <br />And nobody knows that I'm there at all. <br /> <br />Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day. <br />And what was the other I had to say? <br />I said 'Bless Daddy,' so what can it be? <br />Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me. <br /> <br />Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed, <br />Droops on the little hands little gold head. <br />Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares! <br />Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.<br /><br />Alan Alexander Milne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vespers-8/
