Go to sleep my baby
Go to sleep my child

Or the Wakey Killer will get you
The Killer is buck wild

He holds a mirror to your mouth
to see how deep you’re breathing

He cocks his head for snores:
all evidence you’re not deceiving

Him or your parents: he’s sick of
your shit! No more water or binkies
or trips to the store

If I see you tomorrow I’ll know you’ve been good

Otherwise the bedroom will splattered in …

I don’t want to say it, it’s dreadful
my dear

Just be very quiet because he’s almost here.

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