Rock a bye baby
-Rock a bye baby on the treetop-
She was asleep, unaware of everything around her. Her tiny thumb was in her mouth, and she breathed softly as the cradle moved closer to the end of the branches.
-When the wind blows, the cradle will rock-
Her short, vibrant hair blew in the wind. She yawned, rolling over and bumping the side of the cradle.
-When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall-
The branch snapped.
-And down will come baby-
There was a loud splash, and the music came to a heart-stopping halt.
