Better Than Grounding

Hush little baby, don’t say a word

Mama knows exactly what she heard

Out in the front yard, the start of Red Rover

Mama’s gonna make the game be over

 






You’re in deep, young lady

            get me the knife, Janie

You went outside to play

            get me the knife, Janie

You knew you’d be punished

            get me the knife, Janie

You’re just a little sinful

            get me the knife, Janie

 

Shame on you for playing

            Mommy, don’t cut me

Shame on you for having friends

            Mommy, don’t cut me

Shame on you for speaking

            Mommy, don’t cut me

Shame on the little social slut

            Mommy, don’t cut me

 

Here’s a cut for being a kid

            ONE strawberry gash instead of a lash

Here’s a cut for showing affection

            TWO strawberry gashes instead of the lashes

Here’s a cut for calling me Mommy

            THREE strawberry gashes instead of the lashes

Here’s a cut for being born

            one, two, three, four, gashed up body to the floor

 

Hush little baby, don’t you cry

Mama’s gonna see to it that you die

And if Mama doesn’t get it right

She’ll bury you alive and out of sight.

Copyright © 2007

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