In my usual confusion of creativity and a sick mind, I decided it was time to upgrade this lullaby. I felt it needed to be more contemporary. Sung to the tune of the traditional Brahms piece.
Go to sleep, little creep in your nice milk crate bed.
Goto sleep don't make a peep or I'll punch you in the head.
The day is through, I'm sick of you,
I want to go have a drink.
If you poo it's up to you
but you lay there in your stink.
Better. I know I know I am utterly despicable.
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Go ahead. Say it. I dont care.