Unknown Mimuna
Go to sleep, my little oaf
Mama's darling sugarloaf.
Go to sleep and stay that way
For, perhaps, a night and day.
I'm no angel up above
Don't abuse my motherlove.
I can stand so much. And then
Mama seeks maturer men.
And papa's friend is waiting now
To plant a horn on papa's brow.
So sleep, my darling. Sleep, my own
For if you bawl, you bawl alone.
