The Baby Tree Lyrics

From "Blow Against the Empire" (1970)
Written by: Rosalie Sorrels

THE BABY TREE

There's on island way out in the sea
Where the babies they all grow on trees
And it's jolly good fun
to swing in the sun
But you gotta watch out if you sneeze, sneeze
Gotta' watch out if you sneeze

Yeah, you gotta' watch out if you sneeze
For swinging up there in the breeze
Your liable to cough
you might very well fall off
And tumble down flop on your knees, knees Tumble down flop on your knees

And when the stormy winds
And the breezes blow high in a gale
There's a curious dropping and flopping and plopping
Fat little babies just hail, hail
Fat little babies just hail

And the babies they lie there in a pile
And the grown-ups they come after awhile
And they always pass by
All the babies that cry
And take only babies that smile, smile
Take only babies that smile
Even triplet & twins if they'll smile

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