Rock-a-by baby
On the treetop
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
When the bow breaks
The cradle will fall
And down will come baby
With cradle and all
If this story ain't scary yet
Just wait till you've grown up
And have drowned in debt
Emotions, commotions
Straining your voice
I bet you'd think falling
Is now the better choice...
YOU ARE READING
ROCK-A-BY
PoetryWhat in Hades' name is going on with this nursery rhyme? Like...seriously!
