Little Boy

"Hush, little boy...
Whip your tears from your eyes.
Tell me where you rest, last night.
Deep in the woods, you say?
Where you can't be found?

Little boy,
Come under my wing.
Don't you know what happens to runaways?
You must not be found.

Don't end up like your Mother's fate.
Remember her smile and soft touch?
Hush, little boy...
Rest here on my bed of straw.

Your mother wants you free.
You must make it to the Promise Land.
Don't let the crackers find you.
Don't you know, boy?
You can't even trust a friendly dog.

Don't become your Mother's end.
Deep in the woods to only...
Rest your head."


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