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Rockabye baby Up in the air. Nobody questions How it got there. Who would put babies Up high in a tree? That sounds like Child abusing to me! People have sung this For hundreds of years Contributing little But compounded fears. They should rethink it But they feel they must Later they wonder About lack of trust. Like many stories And songs sung to kids Some scary stories Are not so well hid Like kid-munching witches And following crumbs Small wonder they fear Wicked things come. So don't put your babies Up high in a tree Not even lower Like branch two or three. Think up a ditty That might help them thrive And grow up happy That they are alive.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
CREEPY LULLABY
Rockabye baby Up in the air. Nobody questions How it got there. Who would put babies Up high in a tree? That sounds like Child abusing to me! People have sung this For hundreds of years Contributing little But compounded fears. They should rethink it But they feel they must Later they wonder About lack of trust. Like many stories And songs sung to kids Some scary stories Are not so well hid Like kid-munching witches And following crumbs Small wonder they fear Wicked things come. So don't put your babies Up high in a tree Not even lower Like branch two or three. Think up a ditty That might help them thrive And grow up happy That they are alive.
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
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