Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
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.
Sleeping time,
and its super early cause i'm tired.
:/
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