Funny Lullaby Novels & Stories

He was trying to console my poor son as he tossed his own body up and down slightly, and my baby moved with the vibe. "...mommy shark dodododododo... Baby shark dodododododo. Daddy shark, dodododododododo... Daniel's shark! Dodododododo " Daniel kept on singing this lullaby that I didn't know where he got from. The most funny part is how his mouth curls into a small kiss when he is saying his dodododododo. "Hand him over." "I think your dodo dodo won't make him stop crying," I suggested when, after about two minutes, Dan was still crying.

She let out another yawn and closed her eyes. “Elleanna?” “Hmm?” She hummed out. “Will you sing me a lullaby?” Romero asked softly. “Sure” She said softly then she began to sing a German lullaby she had learned in school once because she loved it “Shlaf, Kindlien, shlaf, Der Vater hut die Schaaf, Die Mutter schuttelts Baumelein, Da falls herb win Traumelein…Shlaf, Kindlien, schlaf….”

“Small baby, sleep quickly, I will appear in your dreams, I’ll laugh and play with you. Sleep baby…” “A different song!” “Oh okay.” Anna’s mind flipped through all the lullabies that she knew and finally, she found one. “Bright moon, quiet wind, big leaves covering the window… cricket chirps around… Close your eyes, my dear baby…” “Anna Hamilton, are you doing this on purpose?!” Liam Ackman grumbled. Her face turned pale. “All lullabies are like this; I’m not doing it on purpose!” “Change to a different song!” Liam growled.

Lullaby and good night, With pink roses bedight, With lilies o'er spread Is my baby's sweet head. Lay thee down now and rest, May thy slumber be blessed. Lay thee down now and rest, May thy slumber be blessed. Lullaby and good night, You're your mother's delight, Shining angels beside My darling abide. Soft and warm is your bed, Close your eyes and rest your head. Soft and warm is your bed, Close your eyes and rest your head.

the agreed instantly. I began to sing a tune I knew well. It was a lullaby from an cartoon show called 07 Ghost and it was one of the sweetest lullabies I knew. Slowly the kids seemed to relax and Trace sagged against me as I sang the tune. Although none of them could understand it because it was in Japanese, the tune itself seemed to do the job. "Wow… nice job Kai. How'd you get so good?" Ali whispered as he picked up a couple of the kids who had already fallen asleep.

“Can you sing me a lullaby, Mommy?” The innocent request warms my heart, and I nod, perching on the edge of the bed. Slowly, gently, I hum the soothing tune of a familiar lullaby. Miles, comforted by the sound of my voice, begins to drift off almost right away. I watch him, still humming and gently stroking his dark hair, until his breathing evens out.

Though he looked more alive, his facial expression remained cold like usual. The sun was shining brightly from the sky, the light radiated gently touching every exposed part of his ice pale skin. Giving warmth and color to his complexion. Renee was humming a song their mother used to sing to them before they were going to bed. It was called "Little Red Dove" a lullaby she composed herself for the children. It told the story of a mother dove who had a red feathered baby dove. One of her favorite song.

"Something about moonlight and brave wolves. And my father would join in with this terrible off-key voice that made us all laugh." "The Luna's Lullaby," Jackson said softly. "It's an old royal song." "Can you remember the words?" I asked. He hesitated, then began to sing quietly, his voice surprisingly melodic: "Silver moon above the trees, Guide my little wolf to sleep. Dreams of running wild and free, Secrets that the shadows keep." The words unlocked something in me—tears springing to my eyes as the melody resonated through my bones. Star stirred, recognizing the song on a level deeper than memory.

I didn’t say anything more for the rest of the car ride. When we started to leave the main northern area, it felt like something had changed. She started humming. Very faintly. Under her breath. Just a soft, rhythmic sound that I might’ve ignored, if it weren’t so damn familiar. That tune. That lullaby. It hit me like a blade to the ribs. Lira used to hum that song. The night we first slept together. The night she cried in my arms. That damn lullaby. She told me once that her mother used to sing it when the thunder got too loud. She used to say it reminded her of safety.

he inquired. "no, yet, but I'm about to. Tracy hasn't said anything about her son. Why do you ask?" "The kid keeps crying," he complained, "It's becoming difficult to shut him up." "Feed him," I stated, "He must be hungry, and try singing him to sleep. His favourite lullaby is 'All the Pretty Horses'," I explained. I raked my head to make sure I hadn't gotten the details mixed up. "But sir- "Don't let anything slip. That kid is quite smart." I warned.