Andrew Francis Lockhart

“ Old Sleepy Town's a quiet place us old folks used to know—
Perhaps you have forgotten, for it was long, long ago—
When we used to seek its portals when the candle's yellow light
Was snuffed, an' mother whispered low: "Goodnight, my child, goodnight!"
Old Sleepy Town is border'd by the emerald Sea o' Dreams,
An' the streets are pav'd with lollypops an' nuts an' choc'late creams,
An' on each corner there's a stand, an' lemonade is free,
An' sugar-plums are hangin' from the maple-frostin' tree! ”