Hush-a-bye hush Nobody’s there No one in the rocking chair Flour on the floor And blood on the stair Open the door But the pantry is bare Something’s cooking tonight What can be cooking tonight?
Hush-a-bye hush What’s in the pan Something’s bubbling As quick as it can A spoonful of eyes And a bowlful of eggs A handful of fingers And an armful of legs Something’s cooking tonight That’s what’s cooking tonight