Just felt it would be appropriate to ad the lyric so one can sing along.
Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all
…I’m conviced his rocking motion is a direct result of long nights sitting up with the wee one, rocking her back to sleep…now, as his avatar would seem to bear me out, he can’t stop doing it.
Oh my, what a lot of diseases I must have. Come to think of it - I do feel a bit dizzy from all this wobbling… I’d better see someone… is there a doctor in the forum? I think I’m ill! Helloooo? And why am I tied into these strange sticks? Ohh what a lovely pudding over there…