Heigh-Ho! Babyhood! Tell Me Where You Linger: Let'S Toddle Home Again, For We Have Gone Astray; Take This Eager Hand Of Mine And Lead Me By The Finger Back To The Lotus Lands Of The Far-Away. Turn Back The Leaves Of Life; Don't Read The Story, - Let'S Find The Pictures, And Fancy All The Rest: - We Can Fill The Written Pages With A Brighter Glory Than Old Time, The Story-Teller, At His Very Best! Turn To The Brook, Where The Honeysuckle, Tipping O'Er Its Vase Of Perfume Spills It On The Breeze, And The Bee And Humming-Bird In Ecstacy Are Sipping From The Fairy Flagons Of The Blooming Locust Trees. Turn To The Lane, Where We Used To "Teeter-Totter," Printing Little Foot-Palms In The Mellow Mold, Laughing At The Lazy Cattle Wading In The Water Where The Ripples Dimple Round The Buttercups Of Gold: Where The Dusky Turtle Lies Basking On The Gravel Of The Sunny Sandbar In The Middle-Tide, And The Ghostly Dragonfly Pauses In His Travel To Rest Like A Blossom Where The Water-Lily Died. Heigh-Ho! Babyhood! Tell Me Where You Linger: Let'S Toddle Home Again, For We Have Gone Astray; Take This Eager Hand Of Mine And Lead Me By The Finger Back To The Lotus Lands Of The Far-Away.