The Mad Scientist's Daughter

The Mad Scientist’s Daughter

Hush, little baby, button your lip

Papa’s gonna launch you a rocket ship;

And if that rocket ship blows up

Papa’s gonna hatch you a Martian pup;

And if that Martian pup should bite

Papa’s gonna sky you a satellite;

And if that satellite won’t beep

Papa’s gonna clone you a mutant sheep;

And if that mutant’s got no face

Papa’s gonna fly you to cyberspace;

And if that cyberspace gets hacked

Papa’s gonna twist you a tesseract;

And if that tesseract falls flat

Papa’s gonna breed you a supercat;

And if that supercat won’t talk

Papa’s gonna forge you a robot doc;

And if that robot doc’s got bugs

Papa’s gonna mix you some wonder drugs;

And if that mixture turns you green

Papa’s gonna wind you a time machine;

And if that time machine should trip

Papa’s gonna launch you a rocket ship!