A laughing baby boy one evening in his play   Disturbed the household with his noisy glee   I warned him to be quiet but he soon would disobey   For he would soon forget a word from me      I called him to my side and said, "Now son you go to bed   Your conduct has been very, very rude"   With quivering lips and tear filled eyes he pleaded then with me   "Don't Make Me Go To Bed Papa And I'll Be Good."      Don't Papa and I'll be good   Don't Papa and I'll be good"   That's what I heard him say and it haunts me night and day   "Don't Make Me Go To Bed Papa And I'll Be Good."      Our lives have just been gladdened by his bright ascending beam   Our boy now in our hearts was very dear   We hastened to his bed one night he was talking in his sleep   He didn't seem to know that we were near.      I took him in my arms and found his body "raked" with pain   To ease the pain we did the best we could   It broke my heart to hear him cryin' loudly in his sleep   "Don't Make Me Go To Bed Papa And I'll Be Good."      All night and day we watched and prayed, we never left his side   To give him up it seemed we never could   It broke my heart to hear him crying just before he died   "Don't Make Me Go To Bed Papa And I'll Be Good."