I sang this as a lullaby to my baby boy, making up the words. My boy Ryan is now 12 and (now being much taller than me) proud of looking down at me affectionately.

TURN AROUND (for little boys)

Where are you going my little one, little one?
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two,
Turn around and you're four,
Turn around and you're a young boy
Going out of my door.

Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a young boy
Going out of my door.

Where are you going my little one, little one?
Knickers and dungarees, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny,
Turn around and you're grown,
Turn around and you're a young man
With a fam'ly of'your own.

Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a young man
With a fam'ly of'your own.

Where are you going my little one, little one?
Bluejeans and cowboy boots, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny,
Turn around and you're grown,
Turn around and you're a young man
With babes of your own.

Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a young man
With babes of your own.