Reading To Baby

I sat across From an empty chair And asked it “Do you dance?” It strongly replyed “Savoir-faire” And took a stubborn stance Now I’m not one to be annoyed Regardless of the time So I huffed and puffed As best I could And came up with this rhyme Hush little baby don’t you cry ‘Cause I’m tired and need my sleep Do the best you can So pop can plop Try not to make a peep When morning came With a few dark clouds I watched as the rain came in I grabbed the kid and read outloud Rudyard Kipling’s Gunga Din And the chair just stared And remained quite bare Truth be told I just didn’t care So I closed my eyes And to my surprise We both fell fast asleep