This is a song my ma would sing to us when we were still very young.

Lullaby

Hush little baby, don't make a sound,
Tucked into bed on the soft sandy ground.
Sleep in your egg till the moment is right
To peek out at the world in the pale morning light.

Brothers and sisters,
One egg a piece:
Smooth, round and white,
No wrinkle, no crease;
Sleep little lizards
Enveloped in peace.

In the close dark
Scales are just forming,
And with a quick spark
Your fires are warming;
And mama sings softly
As the fireflies are swarming:

Hush little baby, don't make a sound,
Tucked into bed on the soft sandy ground.
Sleep in your egg till the moment is right
To peek out at the world in the pale morning light.

From a small crack
In a shell, thin and pale,
Flicks the black whisper
Of my baby's tail.
Dawn breaks in the hills
As their little mouths wail.

Hush little baby, don't make a sound,
Tucked into bed on the soft sandy ground.
Sleep in your egg till the moment is right
To peek out at the world in the pale morning light.


Penned by my hand on the 10th of Sarapin, in the year 409 AF.