Rock a bye, baby, in the treetops...when the wind blows, the cradle will rock...when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall...and down will come baby, cradle and all.
My mom used to sing this to me, also one about "poor babes in the woods," children that wandered away and got lost and died. Scared the crap out of me. Same with that damned Orphan Annie poem. I remember wondering why they sang/read this stuff to us.
I read it to my son as is. He's nearly 3. I rock him in my arms and when I get to 'Down will come baby, cradle and all' I plop down on the couch with him. Tickles him pink.
I never liked it. Too many questions. Why is the kid in the tree? Why didn't they pick a better branch? Why isn't the kid wearing a parachute or safety harness just in case? Don't they like the kid? You aren't sticking me up in a tree!
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