The Baby Tree

There's an island way out in the sea

Where the babies they all grow on trees

And its jolly good fun

To swing in the sun

But you gotta watch out if you sneeze-sneeze

You gotta watch out if you sneeze

Yeah you gotta watch out if you sneeze

For swingin' up there in the breeze

You're 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 wail

And the breezes blow high in a gale

There's a curious dropping and flopping and plopping

And fat little babies just hail-hail

Fat little babies just hail

And the babies lie there in a pile

And the adults they come after awhile

And they always pass by

All the babies that cry

And take only babies that smile-smile

They take only babies that smile...

Even triplets and twins if they'll smile