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Who knows the way to wonderland?
Oh,
I know,
Oh,
I know!
Trotty-te-trot on mama's knee,
Then over the billows of sleepy sea,
Down through the straits of by-lo,
Oh, who but mama could
The ways that lead to wonderland.
Now we are off to wonderland,
You and I, you and I,
Into the harbor of happy dreams,
Oh how misty and fair it seems,
Rock, rock a-by;
Ah! no one but mama could
The way that leads to
Now we will anchor at wonderland.
Slow—slow—slow—slow.
The magic place where angels
Dreams for babies who fall to sleep,
Down we go, down we go,
Oh, who but mama could
How to anchor at wonderland.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her works include Poems of Passion and Solitude, whic
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