1935-1936 lyrics

Little curly hair in a high chair,
What’s your order for today?
Little curly hair in a high chair,
I’ll do anything you say.
When you’re near the room seems to brighten
The sun comes streaming through you’re eyes,
You’re the reason they still keep writin’,
All those tender lullabies.
Hm__ There you go!
Bangin’ with your blocks,