The Stork

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