You dear little thumb,
Go to sleep, go to sleep.
And you pointer finger, too.

You third finger tall,
Nod your sleepy head,
While the ring finger hides from view.

Tuck the baby close
In his tiny crib,
Then sing a sweet lullaby,

And ev'ry finger
Great and small
To the land of dreams will hie.

Then rock-a-bye baby
Upon the treetop,
When the wind blows

The cradle will rock,
When the bough bends
The cradle will fall,

Down will come baby
And cradle and all.