When the sun begins to rise, it’s time for Baby Ghostling to sleep. But sleeping is hard when your head is filled with scary thoughts of human children! All o

Hush little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to show you a hummingbird. If that hummingbird should fly, Mama's going to show you the evening sky. From award

In an old lullaby a baby is promised an assortment of presents from its adoring parent.

In an old lullaby a baby is promised an assortment of presents from its adoring parent.