Hush little kitten don't you cry,
Moma's gonna sing you a lullaby...
And when you're dad comes home steaming,
You'll be protected, still dreaming.
And when he slashes with his paws,
Moma'll bring up all his flaws.
And if his flaws just make him mad,
Moma'll try not to be sad.
And when his tears of rage hit us,
We'll try be quiet not make a fuss.
And while we fight, you keep on tight,
Dreaming your way right through the night.
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