Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’s going to buy you a mockingbird.
If that mockingbird won’t sing,
Papa’s going to buy you a diamond ring.
If that diamond ring turns to brass,
Papa’s going to buy you a looking glass.
If that looking glass gets broke,
Papa’s going to buy you a billy-goat.
If that billy-goat won’t pull,
Papa’s going to buy you a cart and bull.
If that cart and bull fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
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