Lullaby

Aya Papaya
Who sleeps in the hay
The neighbour’s brat’s crying
While my children play
The neighbour’s kid’s shabby
But my kids look nice
With shirts like the angels wear in paradise
Neighbour can’t feed 'em
But mine shall have cake
The sweetest, the choicest
The baker can bake
Aya Papaya
I see your eyes close
One kid lies in Poland
The other, well, who knows?