Rockabye Baby Rockabye baby, on the tree top, When you grow up, you'll work in a shop, When you get married, your wife will work, too So that the rich will have nothing to do. Rockaby baby, on the tree top When you grow old, your paycheck will stop. After you've spent the little you save, First to the poorhouse, then to the grave. RG
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