A song, for tired parents. If you’ve been awakened too many nights by a fussy child, this song is for you.
What child is this who, laid to rest Refuses to keep sleeping?
Whom parents greet with shuffling feet, And causes them much weeping?
This, this is nothing new, The hours of sleep are far too few;
Haste, haste, to bring him milk, The baby, who wants dairy.
Why lies he in such mean a mood, And wish-es to be feeding?
Good parents, fear, to toddler here the quiet is conceding.
Wails, yells pierce parent through, he’s crying now for me, for you.
Rush, rush to make him hush, the babe, who’s quiet rarely.
So bring him bottles, toys, and books, Come parent, soon to calm him;
The need of things insomnia brings, Try music, poem; try psalm, hymn.
Raise, raise a song on high, The mother sings a lullaby.
Joy, joy for he’s asleep, The baby, calm now, barely.
Credit to Bryan Dumont at OpenHymnal.org for the source to the music for the original What Child is This.
After coming into the house they saw the Child with Mary His mother; and they fell to the ground and worshiped Him. Then, opening their treasures, they presented to Him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
This little article thingy was written by Some Guy sometime around 6:08 am and has been carefully placed in the Humor category.