Hush little ladies don’t you cry

Mama’s gonna zip those busy lips tied

All day long they scream and cry

Why can’t you behave like my good little guy

He’s quiet and there

unheard and unseen

A quiet proper boy indeed

Unlike you whining three

Tammy, Claire and missy

Come here, give mommy a hug

Used a needle not a gun

The silence is deafening

The noise is done