Questioning The Poems You May Read To A Child At Bedtime

Rock-a-bye baby in the treetop.
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall.
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

But what did become of that ill-fated tot,
Of the scrapes he sustained or the bruises he got?
And what of the fractures or lumps he received
Or the numerous cuts as he fell through the leaves?

To fall from some height would be bad, don’tcha think?
And the child most definitely died in a wink.
To smash on the ground, there could be nothing worse.
So why tell the tale in a sing-songy verse?

So remember this bit as your kids go to sleep,
All filled full of calm and dreaming so deep.
So to help your kids sleep full of sweet slumber breath
Tell the tale of a baby who fell to his death.