Rock a Bye Baby

Hubster: (singing) Rock a bye baby on the tree top... (thinking) How does the rest go?
Me: (singing) When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall and down will come baby, cradle and all.
Hubster: Really? The baby goes splat? That's messed up. Don't ever sing that to our baby.

My hubster is right. It is a messed up lullaby. I'm more of a "Hush Little Baby" lullaby person anyway, so it all works out okay.