A Lullabye

Hush little baby

Don't say a word 

Mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird

And if a mocking bird won't do

Mama's gonna teach you

A thing or two

Cause in this world 

It's tit for tat

No more nic-nac-paddy-whack

Jack and Jill go up the hill

Where Jack falls down 

Fucked up on pills

Jill helps pay for Jack's drug habit

By rentin out 'er pussy 

To horny jackrabbits

Hey diddle diddle a cop and a fiddle

Jack gets high as the moon

Of course; Jill cries to get out of a pinch

In jail, Jacks a lil spoon

Now Jill's the old woman who lives in a shoe

Has so many children 

She doesn't know what to do

Feeds 'em govt cheese and govt bread

Whips them all soundly 

And puts 'em to bed

Then DCF comes

And takes 'em away

Bounces 'em round til they come of age

Then tosses 'em out, right on to the street

Delinquents and ruffians

Each one of em be

No parents or morals or nursery rhymes

No twinkle twinkle 

No little star shine

Hey diddle diddle a cat and a fiddle

Lost eyes stare at the moon

Childhood lost no future ahead

Her little soul left for ruin

**for my niece and the half dozen half siblings she'll never know...