Sleep little baby don't you fret mamma's gonna say a little prayer then mama's gonna get some masking tape and fix the hole in the ozone layer sleep little angel, baby dove sun's gone down, it's getting late mamma's got her chicken soup of love for the bad old world is sick with hate wish that I could give you child all the beauty I have seen all the nature growing wild far from your computer screen who knows what the world will be, angel child, when your are grown, mamma's gonna sing you a melody that you can humm when you're alone now you're in you're cozy bed, sleep little angel, drop of mud, there's a journey in your head and desert winds blow in your blood wicked wolf and wicked world howling in the moonless sky but mamma's here to fend them off hush little baby, don't you cry.
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