Hush little baby, not a smile is shown
A poet is going to write you your own favorite poem

If that poem won’t rhyme
Don’t you cry, it’s not a crime

Why would a baby want a diamond ring?
They would be happy if you just dance and sing

What’s there to see with a looking glass?
Everything you’ve ever loved will never last

The only thing that will break is your heart
Might as well give up now and fall apart

Baby, do you want a cart and bull?
Nothing will make that emptiness full

Rover will die, and then you’ll cry
Everyone eventually will, including you and I

Your horse and cart will fall down
As well as your dreams, shattering all over town.