Don’t wound it with crying, hush-a-bye little girl
Your walk of shame through hallway solitaire
You will survive and surpass it as a pearl
Your coat drapes your head, I can’t see your curl
It covers the blowpop they stuck in your long hair
Don’t wound it with crying, hush-a-bye little girl
She says you linger in the girls room to hurl
Everyday, you’re actually hiding in your lair
You will survive and surpass her as a pearl
For laughter’s sake, they throw you in a whirl
Relish what drips down your cheek, a sea-salt tear
Don’t wound it with crying, hush-a-bye little girl
The children roast your dignity in sulphur
But take heed, my daughter, in that day of no fear
You will survive and surpass them as a pearl
At your tender age, I’d rather see you twirl
In delight, though, life is cruelly unfair
Don’t wound it with crying, hush-a-bye little girl
You will survive and surpass life as a pearl
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