Sunny Mo’s Lullaby

(ooh-ooh, yeah)

Wrapped in gold, curled upon my bed

Soft velvet folds around your head

You drift away

before the afternoon is through

Nobody snoozes quite the way you do

You turn your nose when the berries come around

A tiny sigh,

the sweetest little sound (mmm)

Oh,

Mo,

my golden lady of the lounge The finest sleepy queen that I

have found

Keep the pink raspberries

far from your plate

Give you pure pink salmon and you celebrate

My wrinkled little darling,

Mo

(stay right here)

Every folded crease upon your brow

Just tells me that you need a blanket now

Tiny yellow treasure,

breathing slow and deep

Teaching the world

how to fall asleep

They might offer fruit so red and sweet

But you demand that river-swimming treat A tender fillet

waiting on the floor And then you curl right back to sleep

once more

(oh once more)

Oh, Mo, my golden lady of the lounge (my golden lady) The

finest sleepy queen that I have found

No sour raspberries

touching your plate

Just a plate of salmon and you celebrate

My wrinkled little darling,

Mo

Close your eyes, yellow darling

Dream of the ocean (sleep tight,

Mo)