rock a bye baby on the tree top
poor little baby’s high as a cat
send for the chap in the fireman’s hat
to put up a ladder or give it a chop

when the wind blows the cradle will rock
clouds will just whimper the moon start to talk
branches will shake and all the leaves drop
to fill up your cradle right to the top

when the bough breaks the cradle will fall
scraping the branches on the way down
baby comes tumbling spinning around
mommy will cry and daddy will call

down will come baby cradle and all
daddy will catch you in his strong arms
mommy can hide you away from all harm
and wrap you up tight in a swaddling shawl.


(unrecorded, published in QUADRANT)