Teresa's baby

My grand daughter is seven and loves to make rhymes with me. this is her poem . . .

Now it's time to
put  my baby  to bed,
so  my baby can rest
her sleepy head.

Rock your baby
hold her 'till she sleeps
so she can have
her dreams to creep.

Good morning sun
it's time to rise
wake up, my baby
time to open your eyes.