New Spin On Old Things
Hush little baby don't you cry
Or the boogieman will rip out your eyes.
Don't you nag me and don't you whine
Or he'll reel you in with a fishing line.
See that thick green mist, child?
He saunters there, with a smile.
So hush baby, don't be naughty
Or his teeth will dig into your tummy.
Do you hear the scratching my little one?
He's getting impatient to have some fun.
So quit crying, don't you misbehave
Or you just might end up on his dinner plate.
Shush now child, he's under your bed.
You don't stop crying, now mommy is mad.
Boogieman is restless and so am I,
You better shut up or I'll leave you here to die.
*BABY GOES TO SLEEP*