I'd like a stocking made for a giant,
And a meeting house full of toys,
Then I'd go out in a happy hunt
For the poor little girls and boys;
Up the street and down the street,
And across and over the town,
I'd search and find them everyone,
Before the sun went down.
More verses by Eugene Field
- Two Idylls From Bion The Smyrnean
- Ganderfeather's Gift
- Gold And Love For Dearie
- Cobbler And Stork
- Armenian Lullaby