During the last couple of days, my ability to come up with the words to songs has really been pushed to its limits. However, in trying to soothe Ellie, I have reached deep down inside to come up with songs that I have forgotten about in years. And I"m not sure I like what I found...
Rock-a-by baby, in a tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall.
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
That's just evil.
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