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Don't cry...don't cry...


Don't cry...don't cry..., I'm trying to sing a lullaby!


Let me sing a song, narrating the beauty of nature around,
And the elements it has, which make a soothing sound.


ok..ok! don't cry..don't cry..., I'm trying to sing a lullaby!


Let me narrate some stories, which have a deeper meaning,
With animals and fairy's in it which teach you through their singing.


ok..ok! don't cry..don't cry..., I'm trying to sing a lullaby!


Let me describe your beauty, by showering all the praises,
and all the cute things you do, with different sort of voices.


ok..ok! don't cry..don't cry..., I'm trying to sing a lullaby!


Let me change your diaper, may be it has got wet,
or let me feed you some milk, which is the best bet,
Still if you dont stop crying, I know what to do,
Will hand you to your mama, and I'll go to loo.


ok..ok! don't cry..don't cry..., Your mama will sing u a lullaby!


-RiskyCase
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Unknown said…
very good keep it up
March 16, 2017 at 7:46 PM
Unknown said…
very good keep it up
March 16, 2017 at 7:46 PM
Anil said…
Good one! Looks like this is of time when you started parenting ! Started changing dipers! I agree the best bet is to give child to her Mom! :-)
July 10, 2021 at 7:12 AM
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