Draft #0
Idea vomit. A so-called draft.
Hush, little child
Hey, won't you sleep
True, that was silly
Right, little child
We're both sleeping
Hush, little child
See, this manor of ours
Lovely, a real castle
Don't you think so too
A castle in dreamland
Hush, little child
Smiles, a paradise
Love, so much of it
Right, little child
What could be better
Hush, little child
Outside, you ask
Simple, wakefulness
Right, little child
Don't ask again okay
Hush, little child
No, there's no alarm
Wake, what a silly idea
Don't you think so too
You think so too.
Hush, little child
Hey, return to sleep
True, infallible lullaby
Right, little child
Death is also rest
Hush, little child
I love you, don't you
Don't you love me too
Don't you
Don't you, little child