The Baby Tree

There's an island way out in the sea
 Where the babies, they all grow on trees
 And it's jolly good fun to swing in the sun
 But you gotta watch out if you sneeze-sneeze
 Gotta watch out if you sneeze
 
 Yeah, you gotta watch out if you sneeze
 For swingin' up there in the breeze
 You're liable to cough
 You might very well fall off
 And tumble down flop on your knees-knees
 Tumble down flop on your knees
 And when the stormy winds wail
 And the breezes blow high in a gale
 There's a curious dropping and flopping and plopping
 And fat little babies just hail-hail
 Fat little babies just hail
 And the babies lie there in a pile
 And the grown-ups they come after awhile
 And they always pass by all the babies that cry
 And take only babies that smile-smile
 Take only babies that smile
 Even triplets and twins if they'll smile