Rock-a-bye, baby,
In 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.
shudders. this is so morbid/sadistic.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
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