The Bottle Tree

Poem of the Day

The Bottle Tree
by Eugene Field

A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land -
Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! 
A snug little berth in that ship I demand
That rocketh the Bottle-Tree babies away
Where the Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day
And reacheth its fruit to each wee, dimpled hand; 
You take of that fruit as much as you list,
For colic's a nuisance that doesn't exist! 
So cuddle me and cuddle me fast,
And cuddle me snug in my cradle away,
For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast -
Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say! 

The Bottle Tree bloometh by night and by day! 
Heigh-ho for Winkyway land! 
And Bottle-Tree fruit (as I've heard people say) 
Makes bellies of Bottle-Tree babies expand -
And that is a trick I would fain understand! 
Heigh-ho for a bottle to-day! 
And heigh-ho for a bottle to-night -
A bottle of milk that is creamy and white! 
So cuddle me close, and cuddle me fast,
And cuddle me snug in my cradle away,
For I hunger and thirst for that precious repast -
Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!