Mockingbird
Some people say that there is no bond like that of parent and child. That there is no feeling that even comes close to matching the time you first held your child. The small, baby soft limbs. Tiny fingers, tiny toes, tiny little hands gripping yours.
Hush little baby don't say a word...
Big, round green eyes gazed up at him as he rocked his baby gently. Eyes identical to his own.
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird...
Small tufts of jet, black hair stuck out from underneath, the soft baby blanket. He rocked her again.
And if that mockingbird don't sing...
Her eyes slipped shut, her long, black lashes fluttering.
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring...
He laid her down to rest and smiled to himself.
And if that diamond ring turns brass...
He had done it.
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass...
At twenty-two-years-old he was sucessfully raising his daughter.
And if that looking glass gets broke...
His green eyes darkened as he sensed a visitor.
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat...
He crept stealthily through the house.
And if that billy goat won't pull...
He was struck from behind.
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull...
He pulled himself to his feet and rushed as fast as possible to his daughter's room.
And if that cart and bull turn over...
Eighteen members of the Order were crowded into the bright yellow nursery.
Papa's gonna buy you a dog called Rover...
His baby was screaming. Screaming for help.
And if that dog named Rover won't bark...
He fought bravely,desperately.
Papa's gonna buy you a horse and cart...
He was nearly there. A particulary vicious blow sent him flying.
And if that horse and cart fall down...
His eyes drifted slowly shut. She was still crying.
You'll still be the best little baby in town.