A Cradle Song

over the cradle over the sarong so many lullabies were sung for us lullabies that swung us into a sweet wonderland, our own paradise of Oz, land of love, warm kisses and pleasant dreams first brother sang to third sister, third sister to sixth sister and also mom, aunties and uncles were so creative and lively I could not help chuckle along to their spontaneous self styled songs that praised me, assured me swung me into a halcyon wonderland the Speech Spirit himself too could not wait to come acalling with his ribtickling zesty bassy lullabies and captivating children's poetry to help us remember words so that we can one day too swing the world - like the cradle we were in little wonder seventh brother all alone had titter the world away shrouded in a sarung the Speech Spirit that slowly helped him build up his future world