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Baby, baby, naughty baby
Hush, you squalling thing, I say
Peace this moment, peace, or maybe
Bonaparte will pass this way.
Baby, baby, he's a giant
Tall and black as Monmouth steeple
And he breakfasts, dines and suppers
Every day on naughty people.
Baby, baby, if he hears you
As he gallops past the house
Limb from limb at once he'll tear you
Just as pussy tears a mouse
And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you
And he'll beat you all to pap
And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you
Every morsel snap snap snap!
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