Baby, baby, naughty baby,

a
Baby, baby, naughty baby,
Hush, you squalling thing, I say.
Peace this moment, peace, or maybe
Bonaparte will pass this way.

b
Baby, baby, he's a giant,
Tall and black as Rouen steeple,
And he breakfasts, dines, rely on 't,
Every day on naughty people.

c
Baby, baby, if he hears you,
As he gallops past the house,
Limb from limb at once he'll tear you,
Just as pussy tears a mouse.

d
And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you,
And he'll beat you all to pap,
And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you,
Every morsel snap, snap, snap.