Hush Little Baby Don't You Cry...

I was just about to fall asleep when a song started to drift through the fog in my mind… I started crying, remembering how my father used to sing me to sleep… How he still will if I’ve had a particularly rough time with my depression or my RSD. It reminded me of how protective he is and how much he cares… Strange the things you think of at 1am in the morning.

I’m such a sap.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird don't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.

And if that diamond ring turn brass,
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass.

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat.

And if that billy goat don't pull,
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull.

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark.
Papa's gonna to buy you and horse and cart.

And if that horse and cart fall down,
Well you'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

Britin