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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O Hush Thee, - Though Maybe parody Sir Walter Scott - Lullaby on an Infant Chief</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Hush Thee, - Though Maybe... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hush thee, though maybe desires in the night<br>for [s]mothering lady, lewd, lovely and tight, <br>would make you less lonely, sweet dreams would flow free, <br>they’d all tell of longings precocious in thee! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O flush not the toilet for loudly it blows, <br>awaking the warders who guard thy repose, <br>their belts they’d unbuckle, bare bottoms be red, <br>should any young lady draw near to your bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don’t blush for, sweet baby, the time may soon come<br>when thy sleep shall be broken by bosom and bum, <br>then hush thee, my darling, fake rest while you may, <br>till a wife takes your manhood, - then rake every day! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 April 1990 Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Hush Thee, My Baby - Parody Sir Walter Scott<br> <br> <br>O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a Chimp, <br>his ancestor’s mother amoeba or shrimp, <br>the woods and the glens you see, once under sea, <br>all bear silent witness to thy history.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fear not evolution, for progress revolves<br>around its lost secrets ‘til scientist solves<br>how toes, once extended prehensile, could free<br>Mankind for steps taken to end up with thee! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon brain implantations shall banish revolt, <br>dispensing with thoughts non-conformist with jolt<br>shocks of a nature to well guarantee<br>subservience set in tag RFID. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet brain stimulation through radio waves<br>may set the ball rolling for much mankind craves<br>as areas, dormant, awake for fresh free<br>with flash telepathic advancing on key.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know privacy, freedoms, most must sacrifice <br>in the name of the fight for what’s Right versa vice, -<br>and verses like this may to posterity<br>be unknown in a world were none dare disagree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘O, hush thee, my baby, take rest while I croon, <br>for ‘Progress’ comes early, and Freedom too soon’<br>may with some liberal economy<br>be left standing at altar of ‘prosperity’.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remember when troglodyte crawled from the cave<br>the race for survival found few misbehave, -<br>survival of fattest, not fittest, we see<br>where the few treat the many with asperity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The climate is warning, the salt oceans rise, <br>this watershed cusp comes as no great surprise, <br>man must shed his self-shackles, a fresh entity<br>should spring to protect bio-diversity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to a planet whose passing point of no return –<br>why is it, unique, we our own bridges burn? –<br>the search for solutions proactive will be, <br>a sign, though endangered that man’s sanity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">can pull from potential catastrophe global<br>a future progressive, and generous, noble.<br>If this doesn’t happen then freezer for me, <br>a vat cryogenic till eternity! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come<br>when limbs won’t be needed, though don’t you look glum! –<br>in many millenia still there will be, <br>whatever your status, a personal flea... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 April 1990 and 14 July 2006 - Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief<br>...........................</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Hush Baby Tory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hush, baby Tory, ecology’s ‘in”, <br>and industry’s excess will sanction as sin, -<br>all enterprise, private or public, must see<br>advantages saving the seal and the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green power could capture the red, white, and blue, <br>lean hours for poor Thatcher and all of her crew, -<br>the Future must settle the Past’s spendthrift spree, <br>what kilowatts wasted, what lost energy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beware, though pollution once sped profits’ rise, <br>acid rains and dioxide now blanket the skies, <br>while French leave’s been taken by birds and by bees, <br>with AIDS round the corner, - Love’s no longer free! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Tchernobyl cooking though four years have fled, <br>who knows w[h]at reaction can come to a head, -<br>the hole in the ozone may soon prove to be<br>a threat to humanity, Maggie and me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 April 1990<br>.....................<br>Scott Free</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Operation Hostage Release – Send Hope Soon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hush thee my baby, and mop up that tear, <br>P repare not for worse, if we’re moved, the all-clear<br>E xpected may be for tomorrow, draw near, -<br>R epack your belongings, and don’t disappear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A siren wails fretfully, transport is here<br>T o take us to factories which are, I fear, <br>I nvolved in the brewing of chemical beer, -<br>O hush for the foeman’s peparing a bier! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">N ow hush darling baby, and dream the Emir<br>H as won back his palace, that the hemisphere<br>O nce more shall be peaceful, to pacts will adhere, -<br>S addam will be blown up by a bombadier! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">T ake heart, my dear baby, and plan a career<br>A s new politician with oily veneer, <br>G row up disregarding the strife that you hear, -<br>E mbargo successful will prove – if sincere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">S o the sands that you see from our window, so drear, <br>R eturned once again to their ruler, my Dear, <br>E ver more may be settled, with a fixed frontier, -<br>L ike desert-sent mirage conjured by fakir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E nsuring by Stealth, Mirage, thrashing severe, <br>A burning Bush wilderness Bagdad will clear, <br>S trike down the ‘I rack he’ sad damnèd Premier<br>E re he all the hostages can commandeer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">S o let this be the moral: who domineer, <br>E specially an arab, must first engineer<br>N ew weapons which work, and strong allies sincere, -<br>D eath waits in the wings with dice loaded, austere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">H ush thee, dearest baby, armadas appear<br>E n route for the Gulf and the Emirates, cheer! <br>L et wave upon wave brave the tank and the spear, <br>P reventing more blackmail in future, my Dear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">S ome hope that the Arabs can peace pioneer, <br>O r still that the U.N. may settlement steer, -<br>O n broken reeds trust never put for severe<br>N eeds be the disaster when bombs interfere! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">20 August 1990 Parody Sir Walter SCOTT – Lullaby for an Infant Chief<br>................. <br>Lullaby of an Infant Chief </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a Knight, <br>Thy mother a lady both lovely and bright; <br>The woods and the glens from the tower which we see, <br>They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee. <br>O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, <br>It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; <br>Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, <br>Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.<br>O, hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come<br>When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; <br>Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, <br>For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Walter SCOTT 1771_1832 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jonathan ROBIN</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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O hush thee, though maybe desires in the night
for [s]mothering lady, lewd, lovely and tight, 
would make you less lonely, sweet dreams would flow free, 
they’d all tell of longings precocious in thee! 

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