Hungarian

Sleep little baby don't you fret

Mamma's going to say a little prayer

Then mamma's going to get some masking tape

To fix the hole in the ozone layer

Sleep little angel, baby dove

Sun's gone down, it's getting late

Mamma's got her chicken soup of love

For the bad old world is sick with hate

Wish that I could give you child

All the beauty I have seen

Mamma's going to sing you a melody

That you can hum when you're alone

Now you're in your cozy bed

Sleep little angel, drop of mud

There's a journey in your head

And desert winds blow in your blood

Wicked wold and wicked world

Howling in the moonless sky

But mamma's here to fend them off

Hush little baby, don't you cry