Baby, baby, naughty baby,
Hush, you squalling thing, I say!
Peace, this moment! Peace, or maybe
Bonaparte will pass this way.

Baby, baby, he's a giant,
Tall and dark as Rouen steeple,
And he breakfasts, dines, rely on 't,
Every day on naughty people.

Baby, baby, if he hear you
As he passes by the house,
Limb from limb he'll surely tear you,
Just as pussy tears a mouse,

And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you,
And he'll beat you into pap,
And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you,
Every morsel, snap, snap, snap!

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A cherry in a Manhattan, it has no stone.
Chicken a la king, it has no bone.
The story of stupidity, it has no end.
A baby when it's strangled, there's no cryen.