The Babys Dance
Read 'The Babys Dance' by 'Ann Taylor' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Dance little baby, dance up high,
Never mind baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There little baby, there you go;
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round;
Dance little baby, and mother shall sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.
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