Rock-a-bye Baby

Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all

You must crazy, could you not see

The blatant and obvious stupidity

Of rocking a baby, in a tree top

When sooner or later it was bound to fall off?

Assessment of risk and your duty of care

Should preclude rocking babies high up in the air

An accident waiting to happen is what

I would call this arrangement of tree and of cot

It’s just common sense you’d have thought it was plain:

That ‘rock a bye’ in the tree-tops is insane

When babies start falling to earth from the air

You’ve abandoned your duty of care!

You just can’t go round rocking babies in trees

You can’t wash their hair in washing machines

You can’t let them dry off on gas mark 7

(At least not until they are 10 or 11)

You can’t keep them in a box under the bed

Or feed them fresh chillies (green, yellow or red)

But it’s tempting disaster if you try to rock

Your rock a bye baby on a tree top