Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
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Ummm… when do we sing songs about our babies falling out of a tree? What’s the next verse?
As their face slams
On the hard ground
Their heads splits open
Brains and all
Hey… I didn’t make it up (i don’t even think it rhymes right).
Mother Goose is friggin’ twisted.