Baby, baby, naughty baby, Hush, you squalling thing, I say. Peace - TopicsExpress



          

Baby, baby, naughty baby, Hush, you squalling thing, I say. Peace this moment, peace, or maybe Bonaparte will pass this way. Baby, baby, hes a giant, Tall and bIack as Rouen steeple, And he breakfasts, dines, rely ont, Every day on naughty people. Baby, baby, if he hears you As he gallops past the house, Limb from limb at once hell tear you, Just as cat tears a mouse. And hell beat you, beat you, beat you, And hell beat you into pap, And hell eat you, eat you, eat you, Every morsel snap, snap, snap
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 08:35:17 +0000

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