In the large tree
Swinging precariously
Dangling so far
So far from safety
A cradle so small
Not cared for all
Dangling so Far
So far from all
The cold winds of boreas
Blowing and sweeping across
And fate shall tell soon,
The cradle will not be is, but was
Inside that doomed, cursed cradle
Is the youngest soul
Doomed and cursed to be expelled
Before the Church bells toll
Pluto, the death master
Blowing the cradle faster
Rocking and Rocking
Creating a Disaster
Nothing can stop it
Not even one bit
Rocking and Rocking
One can only watch and sit
On the knife’s edge, it swings
So close to falling down
Almost there, almost there
The expected is happening
Down and down it goes
Faster and faster it floats
Till that very moment
Where victory is the foe’s
This Little Piggy-
In the market, a pig would roam.
Roamed it would, all alone.
In its home, another pig would ponder,
All alone it’s world of wonder.
Another pig would love a feast
So he settled on some scrumptious beef.
Smiling and laughing, all the pigs would sit
But one little pig threw a fit.
This pig would scream and shout,
It would not stop with its pout.
The other pigs would say
“Please go away!”
But the little pig refused,
Making the others feel confused.
He started to get more aggressive,
His behavior became excessive.
The other pigs got sick of what was happening,
So they grabbed the little pig by the thighs
And they held him high.
But the little pig fought back, and pushed his brother,
Off he went, into the fire.
Everyone shrieked, except for the little one.
Who stared at what he had done.
The others didn’t wait, they picked up the phone,
While thinking of how they should’ve known.
“Please! I didn’t mean to!” said the little pig,
“No. What you did will never be fine”.
The fire burned in the little pig’s eyes.
He ran to the shed and came out with a hatchet.
Sliced he did, all his brothers.
He then sat quietly, without a racket.
Soon they came, it was the cops.
But the pig already thought his way to the top.
“Good evening, little pig.”
“Hello, I have tea, would you like a swig?”
“And I like your weapon, is it a gun?”
Before long, the cops too were gone.
Swinging precariously
Dangling so far
So far from safety
A cradle so small
Not cared for all
Dangling so Far
So far from all
The cold winds of boreas
Blowing and sweeping across
And fate shall tell soon,
The cradle will not be is, but was
Inside that doomed, cursed cradle
Is the youngest soul
Doomed and cursed to be expelled
Before the Church bells toll
Pluto, the death master
Blowing the cradle faster
Rocking and Rocking
Creating a Disaster
Nothing can stop it
Not even one bit
Rocking and Rocking
One can only watch and sit
On the knife’s edge, it swings
So close to falling down
Almost there, almost there
The expected is happening
Down and down it goes
Faster and faster it floats
Till that very moment
Where victory is the foe’s
This Little Piggy-
In the market, a pig would roam.
Roamed it would, all alone.
In its home, another pig would ponder,
All alone it’s world of wonder.
Another pig would love a feast
So he settled on some scrumptious beef.
Smiling and laughing, all the pigs would sit
But one little pig threw a fit.
This pig would scream and shout,
It would not stop with its pout.
The other pigs would say
“Please go away!”
But the little pig refused,
Making the others feel confused.
He started to get more aggressive,
His behavior became excessive.
The other pigs got sick of what was happening,
So they grabbed the little pig by the thighs
And they held him high.
But the little pig fought back, and pushed his brother,
Off he went, into the fire.
Everyone shrieked, except for the little one.
Who stared at what he had done.
The others didn’t wait, they picked up the phone,
While thinking of how they should’ve known.
“Please! I didn’t mean to!” said the little pig,
“No. What you did will never be fine”.
The fire burned in the little pig’s eyes.
He ran to the shed and came out with a hatchet.
Sliced he did, all his brothers.
He then sat quietly, without a racket.
Soon they came, it was the cops.
But the pig already thought his way to the top.
“Good evening, little pig.”
“Hello, I have tea, would you like a swig?”
“And I like your weapon, is it a gun?”
Before long, the cops too were gone.
