We will swing the rope for Baby dear, So jump, jump, jump!
That you will trip her up I fear, But jump, jump, jump!
Swing it easy and low, Steady and slow, Or down the dear tot will go.
A crafty Fox crept forth one day And over the hills he scampered away In search of a fine, fat hen;
But old dog Sport was keeping guard, When Fox leaped into our chicken yard, And chased him back to his den.
