Extrait du livre Rock-a-Bye Baby
Rock-a-bye baby, on 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.
Rock-a-bye baby, you can sleep tight, Knowing the magic that holds you tonight. The world will watch over you as you're asleep, so lay down your head and start counting sheep.