Peace this moment, peace, or maybe Bonaparte will pass this way. Baby, baby, he's a giant, Tall and black as Rouen steeple, And he breakfasts, dines, rely on't, Every day on naughty people. Baby, baby, if he hears you, As he gallops past the house, Limb from limb at once he'll tear you, Just as pussy tears a mouse.
Every morsel snap, snap, snap.