Now that Roland was starting to recite it, he thought he might forget it, but it flowed (time is a face on the water) like water. As he recited, his thumb idly and instinctively stroked at the swell of Verity's bell.
"Baby-bunting, darling one Now another day is done. May your dreams be sweet and merry. May you dream of fields and berries
Baby-bunting, baby dear Baby bring your berries here Chussit, chissit, chassit. Bring enough to fill your basket."