Hush, Little baby don't you cry
Mamma's gonna make you a stir fry
And if that stir fry goes stale
Mamma's gonna catch you a killer whale
And if that killer whale is out of sale
Mamma's gonna bake you a hot cake
And if that hot cake goes cold
Mamma's gonna buy you some green gold
And if that green gold just won't apply
Your still the sweetest little baby in Dubai
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