The gadgets are whirring, they're whirring,
And their whisper is like a low wind,
Your eyelids are heavy, my children,
You're tired, you're falling asleep,
While the fish and the whales and the dolphins
Are swimming about in the deep.
The boxes are flashing, they're flashing,
With pictures we cannot resist--
You're under my spell, my devoted,
Don't worry, you're going nowhere,
While the hawks and the eagles and ravens
Are soaring aloft in the air.